The Nourishment of Acquaintances

Friday was my last day of cardiac rehab. I've been attending a one-hour workout three times a week since February. I had to take a few months off when I broke my hip, but then I got back to it again. I want to stay in the best possible shape for my eventual transplant surgery--and to keep my heart in good enough condition to stay on the wait list for a kidney.

For the most part, the other rehab patients have been of the World War II generation, though occasionally there has been a person my age or even younger. I especially bonded with Mary Jo, 83, a woman I wished were my mom. She was fun, funny, thoughtful, and "with it." She revealed things about herself as we were walking side by side on our respective treadmills, but she also asked questions about me. She's pictured here, the one with glasses. Lois, the other gal, was also part of the 10 a.m. group.

Lois said to me on Friday that she was a bit sad, leaving cardiac rehab. She had really enjoyed her time with everyone here. I said I have enjoyed it too, that I receive so much nourishment from my interactions with acquaintances and strangers, that on a daily basis, I receive so much more juice from them than from friends, whom I rarely see. She said this is her experience too.

Friends are wonderful, don't get me wrong. But they have always been rare treats in my life, not the meat and potatoes of my existence. For the most part, they just haven't been around. They're busy with work, relationships, family, school, housework, errands, travel, creative projects, dating, other friends and other social obligations. Or they live hundreds or thousands of miles away. Getting together is a real chore. Sometimes I email or phone a dozen times before I get a response, and then it is often that she or he can't see me. Of my So Cal friends, I have seen Susie and Daphne twice this year, Jose just once, and Othman perhaps a half dozen times. I haven't seen Diana since February. Bev and the other Diana maybe twice this year. I see Tom a few times a month, usually to exchange books. Chris and I have long phone conversations, but we only see each other in person every few months, despite the fact that he lives less than a mile away. When I go beyond a year without seeing a So Cal friend, I hold nothing against him, but I realize that he's moved on.

I always have a good time when I see my friends. Just last Sunday, for example, I had two passes for brunch at the Trump National Golf Club in Rancho Palos Verdes. It was a perk for writing an article for Long Beach Magazine that, in part, discussed the club. Susie and I had a great time, chatting over caviar, sushi, oysters, and all the other components of the nicest brunch I have ever attended--with the best view. But Susie is a busy gal, scrambling as she is to make a living. I realize that visits with her, though wonderful, are going to be infrequent. She, like my other friends, are creme brulee--fantastic, but not something I'm going to enjoy every night.

Acquaintances, neighbors, and strangers are much different. I'm not interrupting their lives to meet up with them. They are simply going about their lives and happen to bump into me going about mine. There is no planning or scheduling involved. They're not going out of their way to see me, and I'm not making an effort to see them. They are simply there, as I am, doing their shopping, walking their dogs, taking out the garbage, watering their lawns, going to cardiac rehab. We may exchange a smile and a few kind words, then we're on our way. 

Every night before dropping off to sleep, I give gratitude for the things and persons of my day. Of course, Aaron and Rasputin always top the list. And then there are Janet and Dana, the best neighbors ever. So often, though, I say thank you for pleasant interactions with strangers, other neighbors, and acquaintances. Too often people think of these interactions as nothing special, that the stuff of relationships is found with lovers, family, and friends. I strongly disagree. A great deal of nourishment comes from those I hardly know or don't know at all.