I work at a tiny kiosk that sells convenience items like snacks, magazines, drinks, etc. We’re located next to a bus stop that gets us a decent amount of traffic.
For the last few weeks, at specific times throughout the week, I have noticed two women at the bus stop at the same time. They’re a little older, wearing very nice coats and large puffy hats, even though it’s a little warm.
Since in my part of the US, buses are unreliable and irregular, they can sometimes be sat there for over half an hour, so I decide to strike up a conversation with them.
Me: “Wow, ladies, I just wanted to say that I love how you rock those fabulous hats! I’ve seen you here for a few weeks now, and every week it’s so impressive.”
They both smile at me and thank me for my kind words. They both start talking among themselves, keeping me included.
Old Lady #1: “I’m lucky my husband bought me such nice hats on our travels. You see, I take this bus each week to go to the hospital because…”
She takes off her hat to reveal a bald head.
Old Lady #1: “…I’m doing the chemo. I’m a bit self-conscious.”
Old Lady #2: *Eyes go wide* “Oh, my God!”
She takes off her hat, also revealing a bald head.
Old Lady #2: “Me, too! Are you with Dr. [Name]?”
Old Lady #1: “Yes! I am! How have I not seen you before?”
Old Lady #2: “I usually try to keep my head down when I go in. Some weeks I feel really terrible and I don’t really pay attention to my surroundings.”
Old Lady #1: “Yes, it’s the same with me!”
They carry on like this, comparing “chemo notes” and chatting away, so intently involved in their conversation that I have to shout to them that their bus has arrived.
The next week, they’re both back, except they’ve arrived together and their conversation sounds like it hasn’t stopped since the previous week. They’re making in-jokes, talking about their late husbands, their children and grandchildren, etc. Finally, they remember I am there!
Old Lady #1: “Oh, goodness! What’s your name, dear?”
Me: “Oh, it’s Mary.”
Old Lady #2: “Mary! Thank you for complimenting our hats! If you hadn’t said anything, we wouldn’t have made friends like we have!”
Old Lady #1: “It makes so much difference having someone to go through this with together.”
Me: “I’m so happy to hear that! I’m so sorry that you’re both going through what you’re going through. If there’s anything I can do for you, please do let me know.”
Every week they’re back, and every week they’re happily discussing all manner of subjects under the sun, keeping me included. Some weeks seem harder than others (chemo takes its toll on you), but they both always seem to have energy for each other.
One week, I don’t see either of them. The next week is the same, and I eventually start to fear the worst.
After a couple of months, I see a car pull up, driven by a young man. Two old ladies get out of the back of the car and run over to me, full of smiles and energy, and showing hair!
Old Lady #1: “We wanted to come by and let you know we’re both okay!
Old Lady #2: “And we’re both off the chemo!”
Old Lady #1: “Our doctor said we both showed remarkable improvement when we started to talk to each other!”
Old Lady #2: “Those were his exact words! ‘Remarkable improvement.'”
Old Lady #1: “We both went to each other’s appointment together! You should have seen the look on his face!”
Old Lady #2: “They say a positive mindset can be a powerful healer! I’m not sure if that’s true, but it feels like it was with us!”
Old Lady #1: “We’re both in remission! Together! We wanted to thank you!”
Me: “Thank me? But I didn’t do anything!”
Old Lady #1: “Have you not been paying attention? You introduced us to each other!”
Old Lady #2: “You saved our lives!”
Old Lady #1: “We wanted to let you know! We may not need to use the bus anymore, but we’ll never forget you! We beat cancer and got a new best friend because of you!”
And with that, they both hand over a gift. It’s a new and beautiful hat, very similar to the one that [Old Lady #1] was wearing that day I started up a conversation.
Old Lady #1: “Remember us every time you wear that hat!”
They drove off, as happy and as talkative as I have ever seen them, with a smile beaming from my face.
Every time I am having a bad day, I look at my lovely hat and remember what came out from just a simple compliment while working at a kiosk one day, and it never fails to lift me back up again.