Helping Yourself

Last night I had a singularly bizzarre, yet surprisingly uplifting experience. A friend of mine had a little too much to drink and is a hurting pup this morning. About 11pm last night, he was feeling very little pain but I was as uncomfortable as a guy with a sunburn wearing a burlap suit. He took the time to come find me and hang with me, making all the difference in the world. In between, he was in need of a little assistance that I was able to provide, which I would describe simply as, well, messy.



I called to check on him this morning, and he was licking his wounds, but also feeling badly about what he thought I'd had to endure as a result. While the truth was that my little "task" was a gift sent to me at just the right moment. It allowed me to take the focus off of myself, attend to a simple, clear priority that benefitted someone I cared about, and was the definitive symbolic conclusion to a night I was ready to have concluded.

A sense of peace followed.

So I wanted him to know he deserves not my forgiveness, but my thanks.

Feel better, Buddy.

"You can search the whole universe and not find a single being more worthy of love than yourself."
- Buddha