Warning. Warning. For those of you who wish to share in my ongoing saga read. For the rest, please leave now.
So I have a pkg for Joe. My well respected comrades on here have told me to basically grow a set, and visit. I have not grown a set, Im a chicken.
But now I have a delivery.
So I go into stealth mode. I pull up quietly and tell my ownself, theres cars here, maybe I shouldnt intrude, maybe I will interrupt, I walk up the long, long wheel chair ramp, and feel like breaking down and crying, made a million excuses why I shouldnt just stand at the door and wait for someone to come to it.
I tap on the door and scurry back toward my truck, such a wimp I am.
But I dont make it. Someone yells "UPS Lady, come back please, Joe wants to see you"
For once in my life I am speechless. I turn around to go in and I know Im going to blow it, and say something dumb. Or cry, my worst uncontrollable fear. So Im telling myself, walk straight, breathe deep. Breathe in breath out.
I walk in the door and you would think I was a rock star. "joe sees you go by and says he wishes you would stop" "Joe says how nice you are, and he misses you" His wife says "june stoppped in and checked on me while you were away, and we cried and cried together" Ok Im losing it.
I go give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, (its 90 degrees I probably smell like a farm animal Im thinking, and what will I hurt if I give him a hug, will I snap a tube or a wire) and said "man Joe you look good" He says "I lost 50 pds since I left KFC" He really does look good.
I said crap about the food here smells better than KFC and bet tastes better than the hospital, stupid stuff. And the whole time we are talking Im thinking of how assine it is for me when I complain about anything hurting, at least I can feel!!!!!!!!!!!
It was the hardest stop of my life. Next time will be easier.
But Im glad it finally happened. He was never actually a friend, but a guy I shot the crap with, yakked with, kidded with, just knew from the job. but somehow I must have touched him in some small way for Mom, Dad, Nurse, and Wife and Kids to invite me into their home, and I am blessed by that.
He showed me the big screen Tv he got his wife for his homecoming. I oohed and awed over it, good for him. Someone set up a nice outside tent so he can be outside, the ramp is real nice, someone is cutting the yard, etc. I just hope the whoever who has been helping doesnt quit.
What a great guy, and what a terrible tragedy. And he is the rock star in my mind, somehow he touched me and Im a better person for having the pleasure to know him. Thanks for listening etc. This is my statement and I approve this message.