No Words

I was waiting in line at the post office today and saw that the woman in front of me had an insulin pump. I got really, really excited, tapped her on the shoulder and pointed to my own. She smiled, and then it was her turn to see the clerk. I found myself smiling as well because I felt as though I had met a kindred spirit. We didn’t even talk about diabetes—in fact, we didn't say anything to each other! If anyone loves processing and talking about emotions, it’s me. But here, there were no words and sometimes, there doesn’t need to be. Something in me connected with her, and that feeling is invaluable.