In the blink of an eye …

Strangest thing.

Thanks Pinterest!

Hurrying to my granddaughter’s volleyball tournament, I pulled into the overflow parking. Closing my door, I heard someone put on their brakes behind me. Not car brakes, but brakes like a runner sliding to a final stop.

I turned to look and saw a man bending over  to catch his breath. He was older than I was and it gave me pause to regret that I didn’t run anymore.

I shouted  to him and said something like “Good job.”

He walked over and smiled. Grey thinning hair, oversized sweat pants, an unbuttoned plaid shirt over a grey T-shirt.

“You know,” he began, “if Mr and Mrs. Smith  still lived in that house over there” — and he pointed –” they would tell you I run all the time.” He flung his arms to demonstrate that he ran in the area of  the sports center and  the large building next to it.” Been running since middle school. I’ve run one million miles for sure.”

“Know why I run? For my Jesssusss.” When I looked surprised, he repeated it.”For my Jesssusss.”

“Look at this.” He twirled around and pulled his outer shirt up so I could see. Not an ounce of fat. Then he turned back around and ask me to hit his ab area. “Go on, hit.” Hey, I felt strange about inspecting a man I’d known for less than 10 minutes, but he had hard rock abs. You’ve got to respect that.

“How old are you?” I asked.


“Wow. And your name?”


I told him I was Darla. “What a beautiful name,”  he said melodious, as it rolled off his tongue.”Beautiful.”

“I had a back fusion and don’t run anymore.”

“Oh, the Rec center has this machine — wonderful for that.”

We parted as we met. In the blink of an eye.

I walked away wondering. Was that meant just for me?


2 thoughts on “In the blink of an eye …

  1. Benjie Blase November 2, 2016 / 6:11 pm

    Interesting! Maybe you should have asked him for his number! 😊

  2. Maggie November 3, 2016 / 10:28 am

    What a wonderful LIFE story.(Yes, I meanLIFE story!!.) and very well written.Also,inspirational, Motivational and so much more.

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