I just had an amazing and awesome experience. I was getting gas on my home from class earlier, and on the other side of the pump was this guy I recognized from college. I didn’t know him, we had not met before, but I had seen him in the bookstore and walking campus, etc. I noticed that as he was standing there, he was wiping away tears. I didn’t think anything of it at first, it’s finals week and that’s a common occurrence. But, I approached him, asked if he needed anything and was going to be okay. He said he had just gotten a call that his grandfather passed away. They were really close and he said he was trying to wait until he got home to start crying, but he couldn’t. I told him it was okay to cry, especially over something like that. I also told him that I lost my grandfather in March. We were also very close and I know how he feels. I told him if he wanted he could follow me to my place, we could talk, he could cry on my shoulder, whatever he wanted or needed. He came over, and we both bawled our eyes out on each other’s shoulders. He had to leave for work, but thanked me for taking the time to care and for giving the gift of friendship. I told him he is welcome to stop back by after work if he wants or needs to and that I am here for him. I guess I gave him the gift of my time, my shoulder, and my tears. And in case you’re wondering, yes, I am still crying even as I type this. For him, for his grandpa, and for my grandpa. And, if it’s okay with those reading this, I really don’t want to stop any time soon. Merry CHRISTmas everyone!!
Logan