Two different. These books are as different as they could possibly be and were given to me at work today (one on loan and one as a gift) by two different people too. My co-workers are as different as the books are: one man, one woman, one sort of nervous and hyper; the other quiet and poised. But both very nice and friendly and I took an instant liking to each.
The man who loaned me the Stephen King book, is a movie buff. We chatted about a movie recently that King created, so that prompted him to bring this book in for me because he thought I would enjoy it.
With the other book, my woman co-worker and I eat every day quietly in the lockers away from everyone else. She figured I would appreciate the daily meditations in the book she gave me. It’s gently loved as she’s used it for many years, but got a new one from her son, so passed in on to me, making it very special.
These gifts made my day. I love to read and it meant that some folks are reaching out, that they thought of me beyond work. It was very cool. It’s been almost six months there and a very difficult place: clicky and weird. Gosh, I don’t fit in on a good day most places, but this place: forget about it.So this was monumental.
Maybe there’s hope yet, even if you’re different.