Yesterday was an amazing day. I actually spoke to somebody. It was a hot day here in the U.K. and we went to the little church that I have written of here before. We sat, with the car doors open, and I was doing my usual – writing. It was very beautiful. We were parked under a tree, and the birds were making a racket – probably breeding!
Towards the end of the afternoon, a man came towards us down the church path. I had no idea who he was, being blind, but I shouted out “Hello” to him. I was a bit bothered because I thought he might break the 2 metres apart rule, as so many people do. However, he shouted “Hello” back. I realised then who it was. It was the man who owns many many acres of land around there – the rich farmer. All the men around there work for him, but he puts on no airs and graces and treats everyone equally, and as a friend. He is a multi-millionaire. But he speaks to everyone.
I started talking to him – for the first time in nearly twelve weeks, I spoke to someone. I was nearly crying with emotion. Another human being!
We spoke about how the church is now locked, making us so sad, and about the pandemic. And at the end I said to him,
“It’s WONDERFUL to talk to another human being.” He was so happy to have broken the silence for me, and I was so happy too.
If only others could act like that and actually TALK to me. We shall be going back there again today, just to sit.