Courage?

There's something oddly peaceful about sitting in a waiting room.
You're in no hurry, you have no where to be.
You are, at the moment, exactly where you belong.
Not only that, but everyone keeps to themselves.
Its not a social hour and it seems like that is common knowledge.
Every once in a while you get a talker.
But those are the people it's hard not to feel sorry for.
And you begin to wonder about their lives.
Why are they in a public place sharing their personal stories with complete strangers?

Why is everyone else nodding along, politely?

But, now I know.

She has two cats; Smokey and Rolo.

And they are her family.

Coming here to this waiting room is her only human contact for the day.

I now feel more than sorry.

I feel like there's something I am supposed to do.

But, what?

If only she knew that we are, essentially, all alone.

That is, without God, anyways.

And I wonder, does she have a church family or a relationship with God?

My heart pounds to ask, but I can't muster up the courage.

Then my name is called and it is time that we must part ways.

And I am discouraged, have I  missed another opportunity?