Face In The Mirror

A strange encounter in the mens room opens up a whole new world. I bet this has your attention. I was washing my hands when I heard a voice. The man was looking at himself in the mirror and talking to me. What now” Can I call 1 – 800 Men’s Room Etiquette? Meanwhile, he kept talking, and people were arriving. Was it my imagination that they seem to be departing quickly? The man thought he knew me and asked if I had two children. Warning shields suddenly went up, but he said he had two children the same ages. He said he was worried about his young children. I asked why, still washing my hands and nervously looking around. He was worried about having just told them he had Stage 2 Cancer. The children took it well having seen their mother recover from a serious battle with cancer. I commented that children are resilient and can be very strong. By now my hands were very clean and very raw. It was time to exit stage left in the most politically correct and compassionate manner I could muster. I started drying my hands. The sting of the paper towels on my very clean hands and raw skin snapped something in my mind. I looked back at the man. He was still standing there gazing into the mirror. The man was no longer a mystery. That man was me. Surgery and treatment starts this Thursday. I will post when I can. Until then….