Hurry

It took everything I had to be patient with her, not to hurry her along. It wouldn’t have done much good to urge her to keep up, because she couldn’t have done it. So I reset my eager, impatient brain. I went at her pace. We chatted along the way, and we got where we were going. What was my hurry, anyway?

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

4 thoughts on “Hurry”

  1. It took patience . Loads of it . One had to dig deep into ones reserves , of mental calisthenics . Of keeping the mouth shut . Of reining in the horses , so to speak . She held her tongue , walked slowly , and acted deaf and dumb . That was the only way to survive . Several comments , nearly all of them , were allowed to fly past . Like so many flies . You do not (can not ) swat all of
    them . Can you?

    There was no hurry . Shouldn’t be either . For a long time , in her life , she felt , she had reset her clock . To live , walk , speak and breathe , as others willed it . Not as she would have liked it . It was difficult . But she had realised that it was the only way to live . Survive . Tomorrow is another day .

  2. Yee Gods! I cannot tolerate having to try so many new hypertension medication combinations. I’m a little nervous about the various side effects. It’s a bit rattling when your feet and ankles begin to take on the appearance of an elephant’s lower extremities. And honestly, try and get through and speak directly with my physician? That’s a joke. I’m supposed to be trying to lower my blood pressure – not increase it. My blood pressure always goes up after trying to communicate with the front desk people who don’t seem to be very knowledgeable. No wonder I’m a little nervous about it.

  3. She told him to hurry. Damn it! He was so slow. He’d always been like the absent-minded professor anyway and his reaction time was somewhat pokey. Now that he’d reached the age of eighty-three, it truly drove her crazy. Add to that his hearing loss and surely you can understand why she lost her patience so frequently. If he didn’t hurry, they were never going to be on time for their appointment with the specialist.

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