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The quiet call of remembrance

For three years, I had the privilege of working alongside a warm, joyful woman from Honduras. She helped me run a tiny gardening business. Really, I should say, she ran the gardening business and I was mostly a transporter and translator. She brought energy, strength, and determination to her work every day.


I would often be busy in the early mornings, planning our projects and throwing tools in the truck. I would send her a text saying when and where to meet that day and everything we had to do. Without fail, she would reply, every single time, asking me how I was and how I had slept and how I woke up. And whenever we met in person she would always greet me with a big smile and hug (back when we were able to do that kind of thing).


Gradually, I noticed this pattern and decided to make a conscious effort to always first check in. It took me a while to unhook my automatic thought process when I saw her that made me want to say right away that we have things to do and we have to get started. But, eventually, I learned this new way of interacting and at our first point of contact every day, no matter how many things were circling in my mind, I always made a point to first ask how she was and give her a hug and then listen to her response.