A couple of weeks ago I drove Sylvie and her friend Zaina up to the ExCel Centre in London, to go to a Stitchery exhibition.
I didn't go in to the exhibition hall myself, but stayed out in one of the coffee shops....doing some facebooking and answering some fan mail....you know how it is.
(hahaha - only kidding).
My missus turned to Zaina and said, "You watch - when we come out of there for a cup of tea, he'll be chatting up some woman or other."
Being a crowded area it was a bit noisy and clattery.
I had my 'foams' pushed well in.
As I was the only person at this table, a very nice young lady asked if she could also sit there.
I said "Sure," and edged one of the plugs out, in case she wanted to speak.
She noticed.
"Do you have Tinnitus by any chance?"
"Yes I do - permanent and loud."
She said "Oh I'm so sorry.
Very nasty thing isn't it."
I asked her "Do you have it?"
"Oh yes" she said smiling,
"it screams at me all day long."
"Then how do you cope so well?"
"I've had it a longtime.....most of the time I just ignore it.
It was diagnosed at a hearing test three years ago. My deafness is progressive, and I may have between eight and ten years left before I lose my hearing completely.
I was also diagnosed with a progressive form of arthritis a couple of years before that.
So I learnt yoga and meditation, passed my exams, and now I teach both yoga and meditation. That's my job."
I was absolutely astounded by this lovely forty something young lady.
I said "but how will you cope - - eventually?"
She said
"Oh, I will cope because I am strong.
I have a lovely husband, three great kids, and some adorable pussycats.
Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."
With that she said "I must get back in there, craft is one of my passions,
but before I go I want to give you a big hug."
She came round to my side of the table as I stood up.
She whispered in my ear,
"Just be strong - and you'll be fine."
With that, she gave me a lovely big hug, which prompted a few tears. I felt so touched.
I felt a tear roll down the side of my nose.
Now you lot don't know me right.
It's a very brave tear that will start out on a journey like that.
With that, she disappeared back into a maze of fabrics, patterns and threads.
I just want to say that she was one of the bravest, most impressive, influential people that I have ever met. I will never forget her!
Boy did I get lucky - that day.