When Time Is All There Is

I’m one of those “being early is being on time” kind of people. So, when the para-transit van was dropping off a patient and blocking the driveway of my dentist, it required me to circle the block and come back. I was still early, even though I had to park down the street.

By then an elderly woman was being pushed in a wheelchair through the front doors—blocking the entrance. It was okay, I was still on time.

She checked in and was wheeled next to the last open chair in the waiting area. I sat next to her and she smiled and commented, “You look rushed.”


I looked over and smiled, “No, only wishing I didn’t need to come here for a chipped tooth.”



She nodded. I wondered where this waiting room conversation would go. I didn’t wonder long:

“I love coming here. I can lean back in a comfy chair and it’s the best waterfront view of any dentist around.” I admired her attitude. “How did you chip your tooth?” She asked.

“Flossing—which is kind of like getting in trouble for doing something good.” I replied.

“You’re young. You have a great smile, a little chip doesn’t matter. Eventually, everything wears out.”





I turned to look at this woman who’d made me feel younger on the same day I’d been at the doctor discussing osteoporosis treatment, and was at the dentist for a chipped tooth. I thanked her for her perspective—which I needed to hear. She continued:

“You have energy. Use it. Enjoy it. I’m not active anymore, and time is all I have left. But I want to use my time well.”

The assistant came and wheeled her back. I’m sure she’s going to leave the dentist’s staff just as encouraged as she left me. That’s a great use of her time. Trying to be early is a good thing. But being encouraging is an even better thing.



Dear brothers and sisters, I close my letter with these last words: Be joyful. Grow to maturity. Encourage each other. Live in harmony and peace. Then the God of love and peace will be with you. 
2 Corinthians 13:11 Paul's final greetings.

Photos in order of use: Luke Chesser, Cristian Newman, Morgue file.

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