I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.
“Ms. Brewster” – my name called from the registration area at my back.
I scrambled to get purse, coat, book and travel mug together but there was no need as the registering nurse had stepped from behind the patterned glass partition, flimsy ID bracelet in hand and a smile on her face.
“I’ve got something for you,” she announced – a genuine smile, contagious.
“What’s your birth date Hon?” Southern drawl. “I see you’ve got one coming up” – eyes double-checking my info on the paper wrist-band in her hand.
When she looked up again the smile was still there. “Not allergic to latex, are you?”
Carefully taping the bracelet around my extended wrist, Continue reading “Reach out and Touch”