It’s been a a couple of weeks since I have had a chance to sit down and think and write, and I’ve missed being here. I enjoy writing about the absurd things that happen in my life and sharing a laugh, but there’s also those moments that can be poignant, thought-provoking, infuriating, or beautiful. Sometimes a memory or thought persists while I’m running an errand or decompressing, and this is one of those times.
Have you ever come across people that have “it” or seem lucky, like everything always happens in their favor? Likewise, there’s people that always have bad stuff happen to them, even when they are just going about living a normal, decent life. Those people that you say, “Why does it always happen to them?”
Someone that I have known for many, many years has always wound up with the short end of the stick. He’s a great guy, kind, and likeable. To know him is to pull for him, but tragedy and misfortune have often entered his life. One of the worst things that we could ever imagine happening, happened to him. His father died in a horrible accident, and he was the person that found him.
He has experienced several things in his life that could easily push someone over the edge. I’ve always worried that he was fragile from the things that had already happened in his life. I worry whenever something else happens, will it be too much, the last straw.
None of us are perfect angels, we all have our moments and our vices and weaknesses. When I see him, it’s a combination of wanting to protect him because I know he has to have internal struggles every single day, but I’m so happy that he’s here and never stops trying to be a good man. I am so proud of him, but my heart hurts, too. I wish things were easier for him.
For some reason, he’s been on my mind, and I keep thinking of something that happened to him around a year ago. I don’t know why, but it’s on my mind and isn’t going away, so I’m going to write about it.
He loves animals and is a gentle, kind person. He had a small dog that was the world to him. He travels a lot for his job, so he moved back home with his mother after his father’s death, which is beneficial for both of them.
One morning, he was leaving town and didn’t have much time, so he took his dog out to play a little. While he was out in front of his house, his dog was running around off of the leash, but it was very early and little traffic came down their street. A high school neighbor came out, so the dog ran over to play with her. She ignored the dog, got in her car, and in a hurry, backed out of her driveway without looking. He yelled to her to stop, but she didn’t listen, running over his dog.
She stopped when he screamed again and finally looked in her rear view mirror. He could see her looking at him holding his dog, crying, but she took off without saying one word, and didn’t even roll down her window.
Even though time was short, he buried his dog and wrote a note to his sleeping mother, asking her to go to the neighbor when she got home from school and tell her that he saw what happened, that he doesn’t blame her and isn’t mad at her. He wanted his mother to tell her that he knows she panicked and didn’t know what to do, and that he doesn’t want her to feel badly about it. If she apologized, he asked his mother to tell her that he forgives her. Lastly, he wanted his mom to tell her how sorry he was that it happened.
Maybe you have to know this young man to understand all that he’s been through to know just how heartbreaking it is to picture him losing his precious dog like that, yet he was so worried about his neighbor. He didn’t blame her, he hurt for her, whether she felt badly or not.
He didn’t think he’d ever want another dog, but one day, he was traveling to work with a co-worker and they spotted a tiny fur ball moving in some weeds. They were curious, so they stopped, and it was a tiny mixed breed puppy that was either wild or had been abandoned. No momma dog or siblings were anywhere to be found, so he bundled it up and brought it home that night.