Invisible People

My friend Anne-Marie has asked me to assist her. She needs time to work on her book. To that end here is a piece I wrote.  I hope you enjoy it.  Pamela

 

Have you ever walked into a crowded room and felt as if no one was aware of you?

It is almost as if you are invisible.

Well that happens to me with some regularity although it is usually at a busy street intersection with many, many cars whizzing by. Am I a wee bit nervous? Yes.  Now to state a few pertinent facts.

The intersection in question has a ‘walk’ symbol that is very clear to both drivers and pedestrians.  The roadway is not visually blocked in any way.  Physically I stand about 5’5”, sitting in a wheelchair I am sure I am more than 4’ high.  While my particular wheelchair is not the largest on the market it is still quite substantial.  And yet, I have been narrowly missed by cars far too many times.  Why?

One theory (my own in fact) is that I have joined the ranks of the Invisible People.  Who are these transparent travelers, these wraithlike wanderers? Basically they are anyone who works or moves in virtual anonymity.  They are there but we don’t see or acknowledge them.  It happens a hundred times a day. People lead busy lives, they don’t have the time or the energy to see or respond to the dozens if not hundreds of people they come into contact with.

There is the guy who took your ticket on the subway, the kid who gave you your coffee and bagel, the cleaning staff at your office, the list is endless.

Some people make the effort to acknowledge these people, but most do not. That is sad.  Every single person you come into contact with in your busy life is a man or a woman that is important.  The woman who brings your mail promptly every day, the guy who keeps your streets clean, the individual who changes the burnt out bulb in your local street light.  These people are around, sometimes in our sight lines, sometimes not, but they are there.

The next time you see someone watering the plants on the boulevard, say hi!  Maybe it will become a trend and we will finally really see each other.  Maybe next time they will see me in the intersection.

Advertisements

Published by

quiall

I am a woman with a mission: to live life to the fullest. I will not let an itty, bitty incurable disease stop me. It may slow me down but like a ship dragging an anchor, I'll get there eventually. Walk with me at www.butterflysand.com

7 thoughts on “Invisible People”

    1. Thanks, Chess. You’re very welcome to join in should you care to. A day to yourself on someone else’s blog to post as you wish and how often. I’ll be booked up until around the 12th or the 13th due to all the lovely people who have agreed to guest. After then guests are free to have another day should they wish. I’d be more than happy to have you onboard. 🙂 x

      Liked by 1 person

  1. You’re so right, Pam. It’s the ripple effect that will make the difference to how we interact with one another. And no one wants to be invisible. Thank you so much for guesting here and allowing others to see your world through your words. We all need a different viewpoint at times to see more clearly.x

    Liked by 1 person

  2. I so know the feeling. When I have to use a scooter in the grocery store, and people simply just run their carts into me, or have to get around me as quick as possible. I so appreciate the people who see I am struggling to reach something high, or who move their carts so I can access the lower shelves. I have to add the people who have been the kindest to me are people others would discard as punks, gangsters, and the like. For some reason they see me, and are honestly helpful. I understand the invisible feeling like I have never understood before. I do hope I was never outwardly rude to anyone in a disabled position when I was physically more able to do things. I don’t think I was, as my mum was very adamant on training me in manners and common courtesy. Thanks for the excellent piece.

    Like

Comments are closed.