Sometimes After

When I started my new job, for many of my new colleagues, it took them quite sometime to come and get to know me. Actually I was sitting inside the office all day not having time to go and take a quick coffee with any of them in the common area where the coffee-machine is. But I was fine, I didn’t know them so as a result I didn’t miss them.

By Blerina Karagjozi


When I started my new job, for many of my new colleagues, it took them quite sometime to come and get to know me. Actually I was sitting inside the office all day not having time to go and take a quick coffee with any of them in the common area where the coffee-machine is. But I was fine, I didn’t know them so as a result I didn’t miss them.

Very quickly time goes by and even though it looked as few months, my first year was coming to an end. I had already started writing and sharing and I was doing pretty good. My style and inner world was opening to the eyes of the public and many were reacting in a positive way to that.

Even in my best dreams I wouldn’t have been any happier.

Anyway, most of the time I was in that middle space where your wish to write and express yourself is so big, but your fear to do so is even bigger.

Today I want to tell you about him. We never called him by name rather than titles – and I’m telling you he had many. Doctor because of his profession, but he called himself The Legend and God knows how right he was about that. He had many talents, lying under his doctor’s mind, hidden under his suit, locked inside his smartphone.

We were present often in the same long meetings, and you could always see him checking the phone, with a tiny smile at the side of his cheeks. He was a social media guru and I mean exactly what I said.

At my father’s age, it was a surprise to me to see how well-informed he was about all new apps and very actively sharing and being followed by thousands. I had created a stereotype and fit him in – of course to my own expense lead me to wrong assumptions and expectations. I was wrong.

One day we set next to each other in the meeting room. The meeting hadn’t yet started and in those long minutes I was checking out my blog’s stats. He very curiously asked me what I was doing and an inner voice spoke to me making me show him under-voice my blog and my passion for writing. I can’t forget the way his eyes opened and immediately a new chapter started in our conversation.

After that day, he would go around in meetings with people promoting my work, my articles, my blog. He was so much impressed by this, that he would talk to anybody about my very simple blog, encouraging and empowering me like no one else could.

Last night I was checking my Instagram feed, and all of a sudden his account came up as a suggestion. I couldn’t ignore and clicked on his profile, finding thousands of posts and pictures of things that would have really possibly be mine as well. And once more I could see with my eyes that style, interests and taste, has nothing to do with age.

I picked one of his last posts and re-posted in my profile tagging The Legend, a name which he deserved – with a promise to myself that my very first article in this magazine would be a tribute to him, as an inspiring friend, a supportive colleague, a great doctor and the only Legend who like the legendary characters close their circle of miracles very early not allowing their path of life to go gently towards the end, but remaining as a positive example and guiding light in the dark, always there.

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