Most of my work these days is around developing, promoting, and teaching PILL classes in Portsmouth and Medical Improv at healthcare conferences and organizations all over the country. I LOVE and am committed to this fun and transformative process!
But what does that have to do with pizza and spiritual events?
Well……sometimes it is good to step away from trying to make things happen and let them happen with a faith in some higher plane of wisdom, …maybe… right? So this summer I toyed with some part-time ideas of bartending, nursing, and delivering pizza. I wanted something low stress and different. Bartending? Maybe. Nursing? No, part-time is too stressful. Not enough staff typically and I’ve done 30 plus years of direct care. I want something lighter.
Delivering pizza? Seriously?
I had to struggle with my ego a bit. After all, what is a nurse, author, and international speaker doing delivering pizza? I know, it is a little weird, but that’s what I decided to do. So a couple of times a week I put on my Papa Gino’s outfit and drive around the seacoast and deliver pizza. The people I work with are from all over the world and very nice. The scenery is nice, people getting pizza are usually in good spirits, and for now, I kinda like it.
And one day, I was surprised to see a vaguely familiar name on a delivery order that I was assigned to. A relative of my ex sister-in-law, Susan who passed away a few years ago from colon cancer. She had been divorced from my brother and due to complex family dynamics way outside the scope of this post, I had lost track of her. And yet she was a very nurturing person in my life when I was growing up. ( I think I met her when I was about 10 years old.)
To say the least, I loved her dearly and have fond memories of her and her family.
So, I took a deep breath in noting some anxiety taking the pizza over. After all, I wasn’t really exactly sure who I was taking it to and what kind of feelings might be encountered given the old family dynamics and my, shall we say unusual role?
Well, Susan’s brother answered the door. I remembered him immediately, gave him the pizza, and introduced myself saying how much I missed his sister. He remembered me and without any hesitation invited me in to see his (and Susan’s) Mother. OMG what a gift. I remembered her and she, now elderly, remembered me. We hugged and both got teary. She’s just as nurturing as Susan was! When I was a little girl she AND Susan were wonderful beacons of love in my life.
Well, she wanted me to come back and her son said the door was always open. I left with a full heart and promise to do so. I even dropped by without my pizza garb for a longer visit last week. I feel so joyful about this reconnection and opportunity to be part of her village at this point in her life and mine.
Crazy, right? A Higher plane of wisdom, maybe….right?