Just Call me Jewels
A short tale by one of our awesome anonymous speakers! A quick reminder that it's the little things that matter most! Enjoy!
Leaving work early one day, I decided to stop by the downtown library. I’d been thinking a lot lately about how I loved going to the library when I was a kid and I (desperately) needed some alone time.
I grabbed a book and found a quiet spot upstairs near a window overlooking the mossy-oak trees and sun-lit sidewalks. I tried minding my own business but couldn’t help noticing the smiling woman next to me. “Such a pretty view up here,” she said, a subtle invitation.
I wasn't particularly in the mood for small talk, but, she had this contagious smile that was impossible to ignore and we began chatting like old friends.
Just call me “Jewels,” she said. It's not her real name but that’s what everyone calls her.
Jewels is from West Virginia and visiting libraries in different cities is kinda her thing.
She showed me pictures of a much younger Jewels in the places she’d roamed and she had an amazing story for each one.
We talked about her family, her friends, even her past loves. We chatted for a too-short hour until her bus arrived.
By the time my library retreat was over, I realized I never even opened the book I’d hoped to escape in. Instead, I learned a lot about a sweet old lady named Jewels who loves visiting libraries in cities all over the world.
I learned that sometimes the best remedy for a tough day is an infectious smile from the stranger sitting next to me and some of the best stories in life aren’t found in books.