by Patricia Roop Hollinger
“Okay Pat, time to get up,” announced my husband on Saturday morning at 5:00 a.m. Since retiring seven years ago sleeping until 7:00 a.m. had become my new rise and shine time. What was with this 5:00 a.m. time?
Oh! That’s right. We have to meet a bus that will take us to New York City at 7:00 a.m.”
We made it along with the other half awake passengers. Many were engaged in lively conversations about what adventures they had planned for the day while my husband and I saw no need to pontificate about ours until we had a few more hours to slumber.
Bryant Park is where we disembarked into a sea of people like neither of us had seen before. As we tightly gripped each others hand we waded through the throngs to our destination on Broadway to see the musical Cats. A sigh of relief could be heard by those around us as we settled back to enjoy the show.
The sea of people awaited us after the show was over. I was in awe of the reality that our Creator had made no duplicates. Yes, everyone had eyes, noses, hair, arms and legs, but nary a one was exactly like the other.
Never was I so glad to see Eyre Bus #930 when it arrived at Bryant Park to pick us up and with a driver that drove us safely home to our country environs with a paltry population compared to New York City.
With eyes closed our heads hit the pillow at midnight while we had visions of people surrounding us until sleep finally brought us comfort and joy.
Patricia Roop Hollinger is a retired Pastoral Counselor/Licensed Clinical Professional Counselor after having served for twenty-three years in a mental health setting. She and her husband, who dated in their youth, married in 2010. They reside in a retirement community with their cat, Spunky. Pat enjoys reading and writing.