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A Life Less Ordinary A Life Less Ordinary
November 29, 2005

My Condolences

I was going to this room for a meeting and I had to stop to catch my breath for no real reason (probably because I am getting old). And then I saw this girl standing about twenty feet away from me. She was crying. I'm really no good in those types of situations, but I felt that since we had made eye contact that I had to go say something, you know, ask her is she was okay. The only problem with that question is that sometimes there's never a simple answer, merely a stream of sobbing, unconcious complaints and curses. Perhaps that's just me though.

I walked closer to her and just watched her for a minute. She had trese dark brown eyes that were really quite astounding. She looked directly at me and just starred. There were tears streaming down her face. Come to think of it, her tears weren't really streaming. It looked like she'd been crying with her eyes closed for hours. The tears just seemed to hop from her top lash to her cheeks.

"Are you alright?" I asked quietly.

She didn't say anything for a few moments and I thought maybe she wouldn't say anything at all.

"Do you like violet?" she whispered.

I had to think for a moment, do I like violet? Actually, I had never really liked any shade of purple, but I thought in this instance to lie. I don't know why I thought to, but I did.

"Yes, I like violet. Do you like violet?" I smiled.

She looked away for a second and then back at me. She looked uncertain, almost as if we weren't really talking about our mutual favor of the color violet. She blinked. And as she did, the tears continued to dive from her eyelashes downward.

"I do like violet. It reminds me of my mother," she said as if she were addressing her mother instead of me. I hesitated, but asked her again.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm quite fine, thank you. Do you know, I've been here for almost an hour and you're the first person that has asked me that?"

I smiled a little, but didn't say anything in response. The truth was, I would have said something negative with regards to people in this place.

I stuck my hand out, "I'm Geri. And you are?"

"Vanessa Saunders. Nice to meet you Geri." Her smile was warm and inviting. I began to wonder why she had been crying.

"Well, Vanessa if you're sure you are alright I had better be on my way. Don't wanna get fired on my first day."

She laughed, "You must be Geri Redding."

"Yes, I am. How did you know that?"

"Oh, I work here. They said someone new was coming in soon. You should be on your way though. Good luck!"

She shook my hand and I nodded my thanks. I started to head for the elevators. She waved and so did I.

Two weeks later my boss had come into my office. He wanted to congratulate me on the great job I was doing. As he left he asked me to sign a condolence card. He had told me one of the girm's former employees had committed suicide.

"Yes, just sign the card and if you would, have Theresa order some violets to be sent to the funeral home. Vanessae loved violets."

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