I am not one known for showing restraint. I am also prone to jumping to conclusions, hence the red cape that was gifted to me as a joke because ‘jumping to conclusions’ is my go-to super power.
I have run from my home to the park across the way to assist an elderly man who I believed was having a heart attack. I had been watching him take a leisurely stroll and had turned my head for a moment when he must have collapsed. The worse case scenario’s quickly ran through my imagination as I ran out to bring him back to life wearing only a barely-there pajama top. Imagine my surprise (AND HIS) when I began a head to toe assessment only to discover he was resting while he waited for his wife to come and get him from his long walk. My sincere apologies for frightening you kind Sir.
One summer while returning home from Banff, I spotted a puff of smoke in the distance and became convinced that I was seeing the initial gasp of a forest fire. We stopped in Grande Cache to call the Forestry (no cell service so I needed to use a pay phone) to report the smoke sighting and they asked for general coordinates of the sighting. I responded with, “I spotted it just past the sign that says Weyerhaeuser”. They advised that, “Miss, that smoke IS from Weyerhaeuser”. They still thanked me for my time and attention to detail while trying not to laugh at me.
I have been known to leap before I look carefully. Speak before I think.
A recent experience has illustrated that perhaps with age has come wisdom and I have begun to survey situations with the benefit of doubt. Case in point was this past weekend when my hubby and I were driving up a city street and out of the corner of my eye I spotted a man laying on his back in the park. The old Judy would have assumed that the man was writhing in pain from a fall, was suffering a heart attack or had just been bitten by a wayward dog and was bleeding to death. The old Judy would have slammed on her brakes, leaped from the vehicle whilst yelling to hubby, “CALL 911” and then ran over to aid the man with my limited first aid skills.
No – the new Judy simply slowed down to properly assess the situation, and thankfully so, as the man was just doing yoga….in the park….which makes more sense than what my imagination had conjured.
Is it the whole ‘with age comes wisdom’ thing? Or maybe I have realized that I am not the spry chicken that I was back in my barely-there pajama top days and know that I would probably have tripped exiting the car and that I would have been the one requiring medical attention from the yogi in the park.
Judy Kucharuk is a lover of sarcasm, witty people and footnotes. You can read her book “Naked Tuesday” or catch her on CBC Radio Daybreak North where she shares her “Peace of Mind”.