I love my new job in the bookstore...so many people every day do I greet.
Each person who walks through the door is a surprise, you never know who you might meet.
Yesterday a man entered; he was older and, like me, hadn’t much hair on his head
“My name’s George.” He said shaking my hand, “I’m Jim, nice to meet you.” I said.
George went on to say he’s an old book collector; he’s collected them all of his life.
But it’s time to let go of his collection and spend some quality time with his wife.
He was looking to find a new resting place for his books and after perusing all of our tomes
He decided our store was indeed the best venue to give his old books a new home.
“About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer.” He said and immediately my vision blurred.
It took a few seconds till I regained my composure...inoperable was the next word that I heard.
“At that time I was given 6 months to live.” He continued, “And although that’s not very long.
Here I am standing before you today and, dammit, I’m still going strong.”
Did I think we would want his books he asked, since he didn’t need them anymore?
He thought his babies, as he called them, would be happy resting on the shelves of our store.
If it was up to me I would have gladly said yes and every book in his collection I’d take.
But I told him he needed to speak to the owner as it was not my decision to make.
“I‘ll do that.” He nodded looking around, “But can I stay awhile?” He asked hopefully.
“Of course.” I said and in between customers he continued talking to me.
We talked about his books, his family, his cancer...an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
It was nice to meet you Jim he said shaking my hand and I agreed as we said goodbye.
Will I see George again, or view his collection? In our ephemeral world I can’t say
But I had to smile and thank God I was working as our two paths crossed yesterday.
That’s what’s wonderful about working with people...so many of them do you greet
But every now and then, if you’re lucky, By George! some you actually meet.