High Heel Foot Prints

 

High Heel Foot Prints

I met an older Polish woman in a blood lab of all places.  I was waiting to get some blood drawn.  She was very elegant, although her body had clearly shown signs of the years gone by.  Much as you can imagine by the image shown here.  Her whole body was failing her. 

She had on very fashionable clothes with a glitzy hair comb in her hair.  You could tell that she tool a lot of pride in her looks as her make up was applied with great care.  He outfit was stunning. 

She walked with a cane and sat down across the room from me. 

I noticed that she kept staring at me.  I was dressed up with makeup on and in high heels, a long skirt and a top that made me look very curvy and classy. 

I was reading a magazine and she whispered to me, "miss, miss.....you are very beautiful, so beautiful".   I thanked her and moved across the room to speak to her. 

I sat next to her and she admired my high heels and told me stories about how she used to have 100's of shoes.  Yes, that was her glamour.  She adored my heels.  She told me that her son would not let her wear them anymore.  She showed me her cane.  I nodded that I understood.  We were two women who instantly understood each other.  We came from the same mold.  She was withered with time but she was still a woman. 

I asked her what size her feet were.  She had on socks with some slip on shoes and her ankles were obviously in pain and swollen.  She was taken back by my question as I took off my shoes. 

She continued to tell me that over the years she has many ailments that made her unsteady and that is why her son took all her shoes away. 

And I said, "Would you like to try on my shoes, we are the same size?  Your son is not here right now."

She lit up like a little Cinderella as I gave her my slipper.  She tried on the shoe and lifted herself off the chair.  She stood with the elegance of a woman who had been born in high heels.  My heart just opened wide and I teared up.

She took a few steps and smiled at me.  She said, " I promise that I don't have any disease in my feet.,"  kind of apologetically because you could tell they had lived a lot of years and were not pretty anymore. 

I told her I was not worried.  Just seeing her light up was all I cared about.  She sat back down and said that the was one of the best days she had had in years.  She said "you are an angel".  For a moment, the gift she gave me was her excitement about the little things in life.  I felt like a fairy princess with her, along side of her. 

She was Polish, was in WW11 and was orphaned at 8 years old.  She was a miracle.  She shined for me in that moment.  As I heard my name called and I bid her farewell, I knew in my heart I wanted to grow up to be just like her. 

Her son doesn't let her drive anymore.  She passed her last driving test last year, but alas he took her keys away.  He just wants what's best for her. 

I gave her my card and invited her to Christmas at our house.  I truly hope to see her again. 

She shared openly and wholeheartedly.  Very few people can touch you so quickly and leave a footprint.  And I am sure she has left many foot prints, high heel foot prints.......