That's my 1st thought when I haven't seen her in several weeks.
I am relieved when I see her again.
She jogs at John Stiff Park during the lunch hour. It's really more of a shuffle.
She is clearly anorexic - skeletal, over-sized clothes, hollowed eyes, dry, brittle hair. I especially worry about her on extremely windy days, and on extremely hot days.
Is she in counseling? Does she have concerned family and friends? How long has she been this way? She doesn't look young. Is that genetics or the disease?
The co-dependent in me sometimes wants to stop & say hi. Introduce myself. Befriend her. Apparently, it's my job to save the world - complete strangers included.
Maybe I'm just afraid that I'll witness the moment when her body finally gives out. When one foot just can't make it in front of the other any more and she hits the pavement. Do I stop? Or do I just call 911 and keep driving? Surely someone else will stop.
I wonder if anyone I know, knows her. Mutual Facebook friends perhaps? Probably not. I imagine she's pretty isolated - maybe.
So I see her a few times, then don't see her for weeks, or months at a time. And I continue to wonder.
