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HOME INSPECTION For What It’s Worth by Dr. Melfi , Ph.D.
Ihad a nice Christmas treat today, compliments of a woman in the Hospice ri Store in Stuart. I had just come from an appointment at a shared parking lot from the store, and decided to meander in to see what goodies I might need. e thri store has three adjoining rooms, each open to the other, so it was quite easy to overhear conversation in the second room even though I was in the room before. It was apparent that one of the workers addressed a woman she knew very well, because she called out her rst name. e shopper, who I will call “Jenn” replied to the greeting very loudly, and at rst, I thought she might have either been inebriated or hard of hearing, but as the conversation progressed, I realized this was a woman with some sort of handicap, who must o en shop in this store, and seemed so delighted that she had the opportunity to be part of the conversation. I had to know who she was, and what her story was. I waited until the store clerk exited, and quietly walked into the second room.
She was perfect, in a sort of imperfect way, but I instantly wanted to speak to her. She was dressed nicely, but not necessarily fashionably, and her blonde hair was coi ed in a style le over from another era. Her posture was stooped, her neck jutting forward, her pocketbook clutched carefully to her side with one hand, while she picked up each object on the shelf with the other. She was completely engrossed in her happiness, and had no idea I was wandering the aisles just to get a glimpse of this woman who immediately stole my heart. She might have been thirty, or y, or older. She was timeless. Her delight in shopping was written all over her face. Her hand gracefully caressed each object, until it was put back carefully in its place. It became apparent when I caught a glimpse of her face, that she was a child in a grown up body. She had Down’s Syndrome, but apparently was quite capable of wandering around the shop alone. She was independent but innocent, adult but childlike. I loved her.
I couldn’t help myself. I came up next to her and said hello. She was delighted to make a new friend and show me all the items on the shelves. She said she was hoping that she might get one or two of the items for Christmas, if she wished really hard. She seemed especially fond of a little ceramic brown and white dog gurine, and explained that she had always wanted a dog, but the home in which she lived didn’t allow one. She spoke clearly, but hesitantly, choosing each word carefully. Her smile lit up her entire face. When she moved on to the third room, I quickly picked up the ceramic dog and took it to the cashier, asking her to wrap it up as a Christmas gi from a new friend. She knew exactly who I was speaking about, and said this girl/woman comes almost every day, just to spend a few hours. She said most people don’t take the time to get to know her, but those who do, remember her by her beautiful smile and open heart.
For What it’s Worth, she is the best Christmas present I will get this year, and I am thankful I was able to meet this angel. I rarely go into the Hospice ri Store, but I am going to make it my stop every time I’m in the area. I hope she has a wonderful holiday, because she certainly made mine. Happy holidays everyone!
