There is something new everyday.

I woke up late in the morning like any other Summer day, turned to grasp the cellphone, took off my sleeping socks and rolled out of bed. Very sunny today in Richmond District, felt pretty fresh and I wondered what can I write after 6 months of empty blog. So I decided to share the story about yesterday.

Yesterday. I met an old age lady, the time took away the elegant look on her appearance, left behind such just winkles and a small - weaken body. But with the quality of within herself, I keep her name in this article: An Aged Lady.

It happened on the 38 Geary bus, it was packed with human kind - all kind: Caucasian, African American, and Asian; young to old and business people and students and house wives. I had to stand stiffly near the entree door on the right hand side. There was a young boy kept on making annoying sound with his chewing gum in an opened mouth; he was around 15 years old Latino boy, feel like he would be type of boy that loves sport and has a big ego. He was sitting in front of me, so I was quite paranoid by his sound-making machine since I'm a sound-sensitive kind of person.

Then it came the stop Scott and Geary, the aged lady with her wheelchair demanded the bus driver to let her on the bus; the driver was hesitated: "Can you wait for the next bus?" and she was strongly making her point clear: "I've been waiting here so long, and it's cold out here. I have an appointment and I need to get on the bus." The whole bus dragged their attention to the front entree door, watching the conversation and no one said a word; could be because everyone thought the bus was packed, there was no possibility to have space for one more, even she was tiny. The Bus Driver now said, "Ok you can go on but you have to fold the wheelchair" - and he didn't move his body from the "Driver Spot"; "I'm too weak to do this, someone must have to help me" said the lady with her confident voice. So then the Driver got off his seat and helped the lady. She got on the bus, weakly walk along the side on a full bus and pointed on one specific seat: "Can I sit there sir, and please don't move the bus, I can't balance - I will fall if I don't sit down." We spread our hands and arms for the old lady to get through the crowd, not to mention the Latino boy and his friend stood up to save the seat for her as well. There was a major movement in the front part of the bus, I could smell some annoyed attitude and mean glance from a woman with her grocery bags; another business - looking woman totally stood up from the seat that was supposed to be next to the old lady, she looked quite mad as well, so I offered her another empty seat just one in front of it...but she preferred to stand. Oh well, so I had the seat, felt a bit better for my legs. The aged lady took her newspaper and read, the bus moved on, people got off and finally I can see the floor; the air was cleaned and fresh again. The lady got off at 33rd Ave, it was one stop before mine - so I helped her to set up the wheelchair; very enthusiastic I tried to open the folded wheelchair, despite the fact that I don't really know how and she stopped me in the middle to say these - which I hardly will ever forget: "Don't do it in a moving bus, it can fall on you and cause injury - not worth it." she continued "The first time I used wheelchair I didn't know so it felt on me and broke my leg. And I don't want it to happen to you."

The bus stopped at 33rd Ave, she got off and waved me to say good bye; and I realized I forgot to say thanks to her teaching on the 38 Geary bus on a Wednesday's late afternoon.

A girl comes from yesterday

Another day pass by, I felt the outer skin on my body was peeling off more to review the true skin; there was no sound, no taste and no one can be able to see it. Each layer dropped off onto the ground create the thin blanket of white dust covering my feet, everything was vividly happened in my head. The sound of bird and the wheel run against the cement told me that bus was coming, the step I made on the bus relived the tension off my shoulder; the short exhale brought me the energy to move on and left behind the old damage skin.

I loved my skin, I took care of it everyday and consistently as much as I can. I spent time with it 24/7 and I seriously love its appearance, I was thankful for the layer of skin that be with me without blaming what I wear or irritate me. My skin was everything to me for the past 3 months, I talk about it with friends and family...however....This layer of skin seemed don't appreciate me as I put very much effort onto it; I started to get harsh and red spot that very unreasonably appear more and more frequently. I love it so I put extra care and throw time into it, it demanded for more and refused to give anything out; it didn't pay attention to what I have to go through this time but cared for itself. This morning was one of the last drop that I grasped the knife and peal off it completely, it hurt much but it hit my limitation and all I could see was anger and despair.