Weekly Flowers
Boonrit Continues to Care

How often might one ask: What if or if only? I contemplate this compelling scenario due to an incident that alters my life. The Chang Klan and Sridonchai intersection is known to be hazardous, and I always cross with extreme caution. If only there were a split second difference in our timing, our paths would not have collided. I am rushing to an art opening, and he is returning home after working a long day at the factory.

The scene plays as a well-choreographed movement - even somewhat graceful. I remain unruffled as I lose sight of my cane flying through the air. I hear screams and screeching tires. I remember nonchalantly thinking a car is hitting me, and then my mind fades to black. I wake up looking deep into the eyes of a man I soon learn is the driver, and compassion overwhelms me. I do not feel pain as his heart embraces me. We experience a profound spiritual bond at this moment.

We go to the hospital together, and he remains by my side for hours in silence. I feel his anguish, but not speaking the same language I do not know how to comfort him. At some point, I fall asleep. I wake up the following morning and see Boonrit sitting by my bed, holding a beautiful and fragrant bouquet. How does he know I love fresh-cut flowers? 

He comes to the hospital every day on his lunch break. Once I transfer to Vivobene, a care facility, he surprises me with Sunday visits, a fresh bouquet, and an assortment of milk - insisting the calcium will help my bones heal faster.

Our paths cross, and our lives change. Once again, I take an unplanned detour. Boonrit is now my teacher, brother, protector, and friend. Through him, I am learning to accept unconditional kindness.

A snapshot of our communication:

Most days I receive a message from Boonrit
Thank you for entering my life