It was December 13th, 2005.
I was ready to depart at 4:30am for my westward journey to Washington.
What awaited me was a proving ground which I had no idea could be so traumatic.
Of the many lessons I learned, One is dear to me.
“When your heart is heavy, and you are tired, stop pushing, pulling, and striving. Just be still.”
I still remember the German Bologna purchased for lunches. And the face my friend would make upon smelling it.
One day she decided to make a lunch for me instead and threw my sandwich away.
I was full afterward. It was good to have a friend to care for me when I didn’t know how to care for anything. Even myself.
I kept asking her if she needed help,
“JUST SIT!” she shot.
I am now quite certain that women know what we need, and vice versa.
Because as I was still, and waited, something strange happened.
Then tears. Tears I held in for years.
She was there. Eating and talking to me, “Dang, Ketch, I thought it tastes good.”
“It does. that’s why I am crying.” I laughed.
and it did. It still does.
Ketch you later.