Last week I wrote my blog on transitions. This week, I walked past my wardrobe to finally remember a drawing that has been BluTacced on there all along.
About a year ago, I was walking down Oxford Road with a couple of friends. It wasn’t a good time for me – constantly stressed about something or other I was struggling to figure out what to do with myself. Two guys walked past us, looked at me, and said something. I don’t remember what they said to make me stop, but they had a piece of paper in their hand.
“We have to give this to a girl with glasses and a green shirt.”
“What do you mean, you have to?”
“We drew this picture this morning, and wrote on it who it was for. Then we go out into town and give it to someone who matches the description.”
I looked down – I was wearing a green t-shirt, and had my sunglasses on. And on the back of the drawing it did indeed say “Girl, glasses, green shirt.” So with a moment’s hesitation, I accepted the picture, bid the boys farewell, and walked on, thinking Manchester is filled with crazies.
But when I looked at it again this week, I figured I had it all wrong. They weren’t the crazies – I was. I was walking along Oxford Road, bemoaning how hard my incredibly easy life was. They were walking along Oxford Road, spreading a bit of joy with every drawing they handed over. So to whoever those guys were: thank you. Somewhat belated, but thank you.
And transitions? They are always the most beautiful points in life.
Faye Vogely 