I had no idea he was someone I would come to admire. For you see, we had varying differences. It felt like thorns, keeping us apart, and I let the ooze of our “disagreeing views” spill over. Thus, I developed a clouded view of him, never considering what we had in common. Now, the best part is we did become friends, but it took his wife getting ‘lung cancer’ to heal my heart, to open my eyes, so I could see with clarity. To let go of the ugly. To focus on rising above the hurt. To allow the tumor of disagreement to fall away, as a layer of love fell like rose petals from heaven.
When my friend got sick, I received a text from him: You’re welcome in our home. (I’d never gone inside before). In one second, in one moment of kindness, the past issues which kept us at bay disappeared.
Then I watched the way he cared for his wife as she endured lung cancer. As she faced surgery for the brain tumor, and surgery for the blood clots. As she went through rehab.
