Okay, I don't like to talk about work on here. This isn't so much about work, as it is about someone I met at work.
I had chance to run into a 54 year old guy who looked like he was every bit of 84 years old. He was the driver of a motorcycle which had been involved in an accident. He was thin and wiry, his hair pulled about into a ponytail, with several thin greying wisp curls haphazardly escaping. He face was so suntanned and wrinkled that it looked like old leather.
As I dealt with him, I met his eyes several times while asking and answering questions. I noticed that his eyes twinkled.
They actually seemed to sparkle. He was so full of life, and yet aged well beyond his years. He was most likely one of the most pleasant people I have ever dealt with. I was amazed by his willingness to have humor, listen to my questions and take in the answers I gave him in return. He had had a lousy day to put it mildly. The accident wasn't his fault, and he had to pay to get his motorcycle back. Yet there he was, at my window with those twinkling eyes, being kind and funny.
I have been thinking of him for several days. I often see people who look lots older or younger than they really are, but he made me stop and contemplate how I wanted to live. It was obvious that he had lived his life by the seat of his pants. He was a hodgepodge of scars and souvenirs, and looked like he had enjoyed getting and collecting each and every one.
I looked in the mirror, and noticed that my eyes weren't as sparkly as they could be. As a girl, I want to use Oil of Olay and that sort of stuff, taking care of my appearance and such come second nature, but I suppose it runs deeper than that. I tend to error on the side of caution, hardly ever willing to just let go and go with it. What's the point of getting to 84 years old and looking like you're only 54 years old, if you haven't had fun and loved every minute of it? Well, here's to flying by the seat of my pants, and having twinkling eyes ;)
