All I want for Christmas is my two cents worth.
I have a voice. OK. Step one to becoming an equal and participating citizen. Now I need a voice that's HEARD. That's one hell of a big step along the process isn't it? Sometimes I just get so frustrated that I want to yell and swear. I don't. But the urge can be overwhelming.
Joe and I went over for lunch to the mall across the way. It was a bitterly cold day and I was bundled up in hat and scarf and thick sweater. My hands were patriotically covered in the red Canada gloves that are the hit of the season here in Toronto. In the mall, at the food court, I took off my scarf and my sweater and my hat and my gloves. 'You'll lose the benefit of that coat' I hear a parental voice echoing down a corridor nearly 60 years in the making. I follow this commandment without question. After all I didn't listen to the 'don't date boys' edict, I gotta give a little ground.
On our way out I rode up a short elevator ride to the small vestibule just inside the door. This is at one of the city's big intersections and the wind whips through there something terrible. I'm in my shirtsleeves and reaching back to grab my winter stuff out of my bag behind me. A fellow coming in sees me and immediately runs over to where we are, reaches in front of me, and pushes the wheelchair door button. The door swings wide open and the wind whips in. My skin begins to freeze.
'It's OK, I've got to put my coat on.'
'I don't mind,' he says holding the door open.
'No, really, I've got to get my coat on,' I'm struggling to get dressed quickly, not well, cause I'm freaking freezing. He's standing there grinning at me, or at the fact that he's being helpful.
'I've got all the time in the world,' he says still smiling.
Is he high on Christmas cookies?
My sweater is on now Joe is digging around in the bag for my gloves, hat and scarf. I yell now, 'Please, shut the damn door, I'm freezing here.'
He frowns and grumbles something, but he closes the door. I know I should explain to him that I didn't need help just then, that his help was intrusive, that it was winter, it was cold and I needed to put my coat on. But I didn't.
He headed away and I felt bad so I said, 'Thanks anyway!'
He turned, all was well with the world and called out, 'Anytime!'
Yeah, all I want for Christmas is my two cents worth. I'd even pay someone a penny to listen to my thoughts.
All afternoon I've been humming, 'Baby it's cold outside ...'