At Last, One Of The Tribe

As I pulled into the parking lot of a store and parked yesterday, another car pulled in and parked just a spot away from me. The driver got out, and he reached into the car and pulled out a blue bag, and slung it over his shoulder. I recognized the bag. It was a Helios 300 portable oxygen system, exactly like the one I own. He attached the nasal cannula and walked into the store. What also drew my attention was that he was around my age, probably a bit younger.

As I went into the store, pretty much every where I was, he was, and he had his oxygen in use. I only use mine for exercise, so I was really curious as this guy was not obese or anything. He was slim, and really looked like nothing was wrong with him. I guess when I go to the gym with my oxygen, some people probably have the same thought.

I really started to get curious. I never come across another person around my age using portable oxygen. I wanted to go up to him and just ask him what the heck he needed oxygen for. But I couldn’t. I know I get self-conscious with my tank on my shoulder and the nasal cannula stuck in my nose sometimes and figured he might be too.

I cashed out and was loading up my purchases when the same guy came to his car. I decided to do what I never do. Approach a stranger. I figured it might be cool to talk with someone my age, and maybe we shared some of the same health issues. I built up the courage and walked over to him, pretty excited that I could get to talk to someone my age who may be in some of the same places I am. I decided  I would ask how he liked his Helios portable oxygen system, as it was definitely something we both had in common. I walked up to him and said “Hi, how do you like your Helios system. I have one just like it“. He looked at me and smiled and said “Sarry, Frum Russia. No speak eenghlish“.

I nodded, smiled and went back to my car and drove off. Alas, I stay in my own little world.

Composed using WordPress for BlackBerry.

One Comment Add yours

  1. Great tale, made my spit my morning tea over the keyboard! Better luck next time…



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