It’s a Small, Small World April 2012
So there I was, seated in the back row in Marion Hall at
RidgePointe, listening as the trainer presented the four hour AARP Senior
Drivers Refresher Course. The course was open to us active & independent
62+ seniors living in the RidgePointe apartments as well as seniors from the general
Minnetonka
area.
The anticipated benefit of completing the course was a very
nice discount on our automobile insurance. Of course, I could have been
participating in the many interesting activities that day with a number of my
RidgePointe friends, but for some reason which all seniors understand, we do love
our discounts. Something else we seniors understand is that for every anticipated
benefit, there is an unanticipated benefit which not necessarily presents
itself immediately. However, sometimes it does.
Back to table where I was seated, please. Next to me sat a woman and her husband who I
did not recognize as RidgePointe residents. Nevertheless, when a man in the
front row, obviously a former A+ student (they always sat in the front row,
didn’t they) made a comment to the trainer regarding Fort Clayton, Panama,
formerly an Army base in the Panama Canal Zone, I couldn’t believe my ears. You
see, it’s because I lived in Panama
with my children for a number of years in the 1970’s, and had/have many friends
there.
I was so startled to hear “Clayton” and “Panama” in that
setting that I turned to the woman who was sitting next to me and to whom I
hadn’t spoken to before to confirm what the fellow (A+ student) had said. She confirmed his words and then said, “Yes, Fort Clayton, Panama, and I used to work
there!” Once again, I couldn’t believe
my ears.
Well, that began “The Conversation” that all of us have had
many times in our lives. In this case, we
discovered we knew where each other had lived in Panama City, had eaten many
times at the same restaurants, and, all right, this is true, my children’s
orthodontist in Panama and his family were their close family friends. Of course, we then exchanged names & numbers.
To tell you the truth, I was filled with joy and a wee bit of homesickness. By the way, I did finish the course and have
received the discount.
I called my son in Michigan
and my daughter in California
that very evening to tell them of this remarkable happening. And, I told everyone at RidgePointe who would
listen until I noticed that even my close dinner friends ran (all right, “walked”
away) when they saw me coming with that silly “I’ve got something to tell you” grin
on my face.
What is my point, you might ask? It’s a fair question. Well, having grown up in Southern
California, I have lived in AZ, Panama, OK, Northern CA,
and MI. I have traveled in Great Britain, Central/South
America, Canada,
and most U.S.
states. Along this exciting path, I have met people who knew people I had met
in most of those places.
And now in Minnesota,
I have lived at RidgePointe for five years and in this senior community, I find
wonderful people living here from almost every state in the US, many of whom
have lived in many places and traveled extensively. In many cases, our paths have
overlapped and are discovered in rich and exciting conversations.
Truly, I have come to understand that we are connected
to each other in surprising ways, and that this wonderful world that connects
us is truly very, very small. Agreed, moving to RidgePointe was a bit of an
adjustment at this time in life, but what an unanticipated benefit it continues
to be. It was and is well worth the initial effort.