Taking a deep breath, I braced for the storm.
In a few minutes, “the storm” arrived, but it wasn’t nearly as rough as I’d anticipated. With a gentle good morning, DeAnna asked if I’d like anything to drink. A cup of coffee, perhaps?
I returned her greeting, thanked her for the offer, but declined the coffee.
A cold Coke from downstairs, maybe?
I thanked her, but declined the Coke.
DeAnna nodded gracefully, put her belongings down and headed back out the door.
I’m not sure when it happened, but somewhere between that first day of our togetherness and the next few weeks, I learned to adore DeAnna Wright—her energy; her humor; her incredible quick wit. By month’s end, I would’ve fought anyone who tried to part us.
DeAnna felt the same way.
Daily, we laughed hysterically at something one of us did or said. Just a glance (or a grunt) could send us both roaring. Even in the silences, DeAnna made work a good place to be.
My change in positions a few months later was bittersweet. I wanted to take DeAnna upstairs with me, but I couldn’t, of course. All I could do was hug her tightly and snap a photo for old times’ sake.
Today, the photo remains a treasured possession of mine. Every time I look at it, I’m reminded of just how wrong I can be and of just how much I might have missed.
WORDS TO LIVE BY: Never declare anything “unworkable” without, first, giving it a chance to work.