There {day two}

Maybe she heard the crazy in my voice. Or the twinge of despair. Or maybe it was when I mentioned to her on the phone that I'd cried while running on the treadmill that morning (And crying while running on the treadmill is definitive red flag behavior, isn't it?). Whatever the reason, and despite all the work she had to get done, and all the deadlines she had to meet that day, Deidra insisted that I hang out with her at Bagels and Joe where she'd stationed herself for the afternoon. "Bring your laptop," she urged. "We'll just sit here and get our work done together."

So I did.

We sat across from one another at the table by the window, my laptop backed up to hers. And every now and then we'd peek over our screens and chat a bit, and then we’d go back to typing.

I ate turkey, lettuce and tomato with chipotle mayo on an asiago bagel (I'd sworn off bagels just two days before, after I'd watched The Last 10 Pounds Bootcamp, but who cares, because even though I'd cried on the treadmill, I was running while crying, so that counts for something, right?), and she had roasted red pepper soup and salad. We laughed and chatted while we ate, and then we went back to more typing.

Deidra saved me last Friday. She reached out, grabbed my sinking hand and quietly pulled me right back into living again. And she did it simply by being there.

Has anyone quietly reached a hand out to you lately? Or perhaps you know someone who needs a hand right this very minute?

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