As I waited in the lobby of the eye surgical center this morning, I was lucky enough to share the space, and the waiting, with a very sweet rancher who was doing the same for his wife. We discussed all the things you aren’t supposed to discuss. Religion, politics, subsidies and the price for beef on the hoof not being enough to pay the feed bill.

I would put him in his late 70’s. Obviously a man who had spent most of his time out doors. Ranching is like that. His face was worn with deep lines and a deep color that is permanent not seasonal like a summer tan is for some. He wore a winter weight brown felt cowboy hat and clean but well used pants and shirt. His boots had been brushed off, but you could still see bits of mud where the sole and the leather were sewn together. His eyes were a deep bright blue and full of life and enthusiasm. He was well informed and up to date on all of the latest news. He laughed at “those crazy democrats” and was ashamed of the republicans who were acting like “scared cockroaches when the light comes on”. It was a true pleasure to talk with him. He reassured me that my man would be fine in a couple days and he’d be able to see so much better.

When his wife came out he carefully led her to a seat and said he’d go get the truck. She sat and was just as personable as her husband. She had her second eye done today and could barely contain her excitement. We chatted and laughed for a few minutes when he pulled up and stopped near the door. She never stopped talking. I smiled and watched the old guy get out of his truck and open the door on her side. He made sure nothing was going to be in her foot way… still she chatted on. She waited until he came in and escorted her through the door and into their vehicle. They both wished my husband luck at the door and the gentleman said how nice it had been to talk with me. He held her arm to assist her in the truck and closed the door securely.

I thought to myself that they had done that about a million times. She expected him to escort her and open the doors- And he expected her to wait until he did it. He showed her deference and honor. I could tell by talking with her that she was tough as nails when she needed to be- and was perfectly capable of walking to the truck on her own. But she didn’t- because she honored and respected him.

We could learn a great deal from people like them.

Cindy Cloy is a wife, mother and grandmother as well as a Military Veteran taking care of a Military Veteran Husband in Texas. She likes to cook and share recipes on Face Book. She also has the occasional musings that one just has to read.