The Things You Do

Today I gave a friend who has been ill some flowers.  She didn’t say thanks, or I appreciate it.  She started to cry.  They weren’t fancy flowers.  They were very humble flowers – I got them at the fruit market.  It was such a tiny, tiny gesture. 

I started thinking about the things that have happened over the last five months.  Specifically, I started thinking about the reaction to the things that have happened over the last five months.  Not my reaction.  Your reaction. 

You met me for lunch the day I knew my marriage was over.  You made me eat something when I didn’t really care if I starved to death.  You dropped everything, you came and listened even though you couldn’t hear a damn thing I was saying because I was so sick with laryingitis.  You didn’t care how bad my work performance got.  You placed those mysterious cans of Coke on my desk.  You found me a place to live.  You offered up your place to crash at.  You sent a print I love to my new apartment to arrive exactly when I needed it.  You cleaned my kitchen.  You helped me paint.  You made me take a break.  You took me berry picking.  You left a comment here.  You sent me an email.  You called.  You checked in and checked in and checked in and you still do. 

You probably thought it was a tiny gesture, but it was not.

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