I’ve mentioned not feeling well lately, a condition that’s humbled me more than I can say.
The expression, add insult to injury, really hits home, because you kinda find out who your true friends are when you need them the most.
I’m not one to readily ask for help. I’m like the guy at the ER (see essay, Norma of Arc), who felt asking for assistance would shame him in some way.
But as life tosses you her crazy curves, there comes a time you just need it, plain and simple.
The person closest to me, when I called fearfully in tears, emailed…I’m in a meeting.
Perhaps I’ve seen one too many bad sitcoms, but that meeting line, never rings true. It’s more like, I can’t be bothered right now.
Okay, got over that. Then I asked a neighbor if she’d pick something up for me, and she said…I’m really busy, maybe in a coup’la days.
I could have been dead in a coup’la days.
After weeping like the Little Match girl, in tights, I just picked myself up and took care of business, even though, I was supposed to have stayed in bed.
Why didn’t I have whatever delivered? I had misplaced my wallet, another essay.
This brings me to the 24 hour fruit man stationed on my corner.
A year or so ago, one morning in Starbucks he didn’t have enough money, not realizing how pricy their coffee is, embarrassed coming up short. Right behind him, watching, I discreetly told Julie the barista that I’d treat him, motioning for him to take back his change, scattered across the counter.
He thanked me and that was that. I’ve seen him dozens of times since then, as I buy berries and the occasional avocado never alluding to even a passing acquaintance.
This morning, limping like Chester in Gunsmoke, I go buy bananas, to offset the medicine I’m on.
When I hand him money, he says, “These Chiquitas are on me.”
Needless to say, I burst into tears, because if there was ever a time I needed a random act of kindness, it was right then.
Made me think of something writer, Anne Lamott, said, after seeing it over a picture of Koko the gorilla at the San Diego Zoo…
Mantra for the American Jungle…Remain calm, and share your bananas.
Kinda says it all, doesn’t it?