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Mouth and Brain Take a Vacation
A funny thing happened on my way to growing older. I came into my White Chair Days. One enters into the White Chair Day zone only after an amusing and sometimes painful voyage through life’s milestones. However, if you can appreciate the humor as you transition from one phase to another, your White Chair Days will defy expectations, and life will be anything but dull.
June 30, 2018
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Excerpt “White Chair Days” by Joni Jesme
Jackie owned a brokerage agency, and my company worked with her not only as our agent of record but also as our benefits administrative representative. I looked forward to our meetings because Jackie always brought entertaining updates on her life—her husband, family, grandchildren, and the numerous house moves they made. Stories of her humorous escapades lightened the otherwise serious business discussions.
Work and leisure time took Jackie to many places. One day she traveled to Kalispell in northwest Montana for a client presentation. Kalispell has incomparable beauty and sits in the Flathead Valley in the heart of the Rocky Mountains. Arriving flights into Glacier Park International Airport unload passengers directly onto the tarmac where they are met with one of the most beautiful landing strip views in the country. Passengers are then taken by a shuttle to the small terminal.
Boarding the vehicle, Jackie took a seat near the rear exit door and immediately engaged in lively conversation with fellow travelers seated to her right as the remaining passengers made their way on board.
Full of life, Jackie’s conversations are always an enjoyable experience. She’s animated and does as much speaking with her hands as she does with her mouth. Hand gestures punctuate expressions, and the inflections in her voice bring a story to life.
As the shuttle started to move, Jackie continued her conversation—her right-hand gesturing along with the conversation while she instinctively grabbed the railing to the left of her seat.
As the shuttle lumbered toward the terminal, she felt the railing shift. She gripped a little tighter while continuing her lively conversation. When it moved again, she clutched even tighter. All of a sudden, she felt the rail swing away, jerking her abruptly to the left. She looked over to see what was going on.
To her horror, the railing she’d been clinging to was not a handrail at all but the leg of a very slender man standing beside her!
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