Keeping My Mouth Closed – Not Likely
My friend doesn’t have cancer.
I was standing right next to him when the surgeon said, “All of your pathology finally came back. All of your nodes are clear. You don’t need chemo or anything.”
Tears of relief spontaneously squirted from his face.
He hugged the surgeon, wiped his eyes, and then hugged me.
Now lets go back a few weeks.
He doesn’t have a car so I drove him to the grocery store. He’s sixty-four and I wanted to save him from catching busses in this glacial weather. Especially with surgery looming in the near future.
“What’s wrong with this fucking place?” he screamed in the middle of the pet aisle.
“What happened to the damn kitty litter? What the fuck are they doing here? ” he continued down this path to a complete coronary.
Because he was so stressed about the possibility of cancer, understandably so, I said nothing other than offering to take him to a different store.
However, it wasn’t just his health causing him to boil over. He tends to get angry at non important things often. As most of us do.
Today, I was hoping he’d have a more evolved disposition in the grocery store.
But people don’t change. Even after dodging a life threatening bullet, they don’t change.
There was only one bag of the type of kitty litter his cat likes and he totally flipped out again (just an FYI – cats shouldn’t have the right to give a shit about what they shit on).
I said nothing.
I said nothing for maybe about a second.
I considered allowing the universe just to unfold as it will. But since I’m part of the universe, I had to unfold as I will.
“Jesus man, after everything you’ve been through, you’re still going to let these little things ruin your day?”
Life is so bizarre.
And how we treat it is even more bizarre.
with love and gratitude,