Windows and Doors

by Admin on April 30, 2012

“I really don’t want to be here,” Bertha uttered with her eyes fixed on the floor at her feet.
Bertha, a small lady that instantly brings back memories of Aunt Bea from Mayberry, was referred to our studio in Green Valley by her doctor and insisted upon by her daughter for physical conditioning and strength. Apparently, exercise was not a part of her daily life and she saw no reason to make it that way now.
“I don’t either,” I said as I pulled a chair next to her.
She looked up at me with a face formed from frowns and crying instead of smiles and laughter. “What did you say?”
“I said, I don’t want to be here either,” I answered with a smile, “but I gotta because of windows.”
“Windows?” she asked as her hands worked on the straps of her purse like a dishrag.
“Yeah, windows. You see I get these envelopes in the mail with windows in them and you know what that means?”
She shook her head, listening intently.
“Well,” I said with a wink, “when you receive windows in the mail it means you owe somebody some money or they want you to. And if I don’t send checks with the windows, they will close my doors.”
Bertha’s hands became silent and a hint of a smile crossed her lips. “You’re kidding me, aren’t you?”
“Just a little,” I laughed as I held my hand up with my thumb and forefinger close together. “Actually, you, and other people like you, are the reason I’m here. Because if I can pay my windows I can open doors in life for you. And that comes from taking you to where you’ve always wanted to go, by doing what you’ve never wanted to do.”
Bertha was with me for several years before she relocated to be close to family. In all those years, she never canceled an appointment and always came through the door with a smile. We have been very fortunate in our business to be able to return our windows, open many doors, create smiles and laughter, and give a little hope in a lot of ways.

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