Three different people asked me about my limp the other day after I first injured my knee. All three took the time to ask why I was walking slowly, listened to my brief tale of woe and offered sympathy.
When I bumped into them a few days later after I was walking more normally, each commented that I looked like I was doing better.
I am a watcher. I’m always observing others and noticing what they do. It’s my nature.
But I realize it is not most people’s nature. So I am touched when people I see regularly notice me.
It makes me feel connected and cared for, in some small way.