Healthcanc

We haven't talked about family of origin in awhile, so why not get back to it. I was going to write about guilt, anyway. I have an optometrist who made me a pair of rimless glasses about fifteen years ago, glass.  "Treat these like jewelry," he warned. "They are very fragile." Random building,  random car, not the car or building in the story . The Story: Five or six days out of the week I swim. At the same time, as I walk into the looming multi-unit building, a frail older man in a white shirt and tie, black suit and hat, is leaving. A large SUV waits at the curb. The gentleman struggles with the passenger front door, steps up carefully into the car. He and his driver are likely off to morning prayers. The windows are dark, but I assume the driver is his son. I can picture the older man tossing the cane into the back seat. Hating myself for judging, it bothers me that whoever it is picking him up, for whatever reason, hasn't popped out of the car to help. I...