Manizales continues to be a wonderful and inspiring place for me to be. I am trying to catch up on my blog writing so that I can start to share the stories of Manizales with you. But for now, we have to transport ourselves back to the Georgetown neighborhood of Washington, DC.
I had just finished seeing my friend Annie in a production of Rhinoceros…she was amazing and the show itself was really good too. On my way home I stopped at the Social Safeway to get a few items. I still hadn’t given my $10 to anyone. I am not sure how much I really needed items from the grocery store or I just figured that a 24-hour grocery store would certainly have a few candidates for my $10. Would you believe the first two people I approached refused. The first woman, Mary Pat, was studying the pet food options when I approached her. She spoke with me for a while but I couldn’t convince her to participate. The second person, who was buying paper towels, refused and didn’t tell me their name.
The third person I approached was over by the bakery and the rotisserie chickens. Her name was Angela.
The 39-year-old is a resident of DC and works as a news writer for a media company in DC. I didn’t ask which one and she didn’t offer the information. She said she was on her way home from visiting a friend and since she wasn’t tired thought that she would pick up some groceries. The next day, Sunday, she was attending a party for the final episode of Lost. I don’t watch Lost and have never really been interested in the show, but I thought a celebration about the show finally coming to an end was a good idea…although I don’t think most people who were excited about the finale were excited for the same reasons that I was. For years friends have been telling me that they hoped that the next episode would explain things…but it never does…it hasn’t for something like five years. “I really hope the finale explains some things,” Angela says to me. If the past is any indicator of the future, she is going to be disappointed with what the show reveals.
I on the other hand was not disappointed because first of all, I didn’t watch the show, and second of all, I was busy watching the grand finale of Celebrity Apprentice. I know it’s a cheesy show, but I enjoy it. And there is not a constant mega cliffhanger incorporated into the plot like Lost. Each show is pretty straight forward. Somebody gets fired at the end. Despite being a fan, Mr. Trump could make this a one hour show…heck a 30 minute show. He of all people should know time is valuable. (actually he does know that and that is why it is two hours. Time is money and he gets lots of money for the commercials that are run during the superfluous two-hour time slot.
Anyway, sorry, I got off on a tangent. When I am typing nobody brings me back on track.
So Angela told me that her life and job was pretty “regular” and that there was nothing particularly interesting to share. Just after saying that though, she mentioned that through her job she did get to join an interview session with the legendary Ray Charles.
“Everything that I had ever hoped about meeting someone of his stature came true. He was the smartest guy in the room. He was very nice, but he was clearly in control of everything that was going on.”
Working in news, she said other stories have often stuck out in her mind for long periods after the story is over. She mentioned a story from Frederick, MD about a student basketball player who rarely got to play and was put in a game finally and finally made a basket. The crowd went nuts. It reminded me of this story! I love it. I even made team members at my last job watch this!
Angela had a caring nature about her. It really showed when she shared that she was going to donate the $10 to the Homeward Trails Animal Rescue, a non-profit organization that provides pet adoption in Virginia, Washington, DC and Maryland. They find homes for dogs and cats rescued from high-kill animal shelters or whose owners could no longer care for them.
It was getting late and I had to get up early the following morning to ride in Bike DC. We parted ways and I went to check out in possibly the slowest checkout lane in the world.