All you need is . . .

My girlfriend and I were talking the other night and I was bitching. Up against it, work related stuff. It was a no matter proposition, excepting for mine. And that’s when she hit me with it.

“If you had a group of people gathered in a circle, and you tossed all your troubles into a hat together. You know whose troubles you’d want to snatch from that hat? Yours.”

Truer stuff has never, ever been told in a better way. And that’s why I love this girl the way I love her. Because she imparts that kind of thing on me- daily basis wise- even when I’m not listening as much as I should be. And as an aside, she’s funnier than I could ever be. More beautiful too.

I’ve had a few trying times in my day, to be certain. But it was this knowledge inside a mid-week’s saunter that helped bring me back to a few of those below sea level moments. Lessons have a way of doing such a thing. She’s a teacher, so it kinda figures.

I tripped with her. Back to times far worse.

There was that far side of logical understandings back in high school, when I found myself sitting in front of a grand jury. Here I was, a New York punk, surrounded by mean sweated suits and vagabond eyes with boiler plated templates attached to their scratch pads. I remember feeling not quite so tough or certain of anything at all in those moments. And to the make of matters, my parents had their livelihoods happening, so it was just me showing up to this hard ass spotlight. All alone, and shit if that wasn’t scary. It was a good lesson I really didn’t deserve to understand as well as I ended up understanding it.

But I moved from that.

And then there was the time I went flat broke. Ready to file the Chapter and Verse. That was a cringe. A shudder. There was an ebullient Ugh which was clinging tight to the horror of not being able to pay the next month’s bills in proper.

It seemed the worst problem at the time.

Until I was hit with the news by my doctor several years later. I’d had a series of tests conducted. All straightforward, a progress ho kind of advancement that had me up to speed on People magazine and the Listerine smiles of nurses and the small and nervous placement of chatter in one too many waiting rooms.

Cancer.

Oh shit. If that wasn’t the one word I had not been ready for? Then nothing else in Mother Mary’s world ever was gonna be. Every single trouble up to that point was never going to matter as much. Ever. Again.

Eleven years to the day next week. Cancer free.

So my bitching this week gained its perspective. Thanks to my love. And this evening’s worth of laughter and song I’ve been gaining with her. And those very best thoughts borne out of her peaceful dandelion world. Where the only thing that matters more than anything else in the whole wide world is . . .

Love.

(Leave it to Ray to finish it up. Brilliant man that he is, I’m only glad my girl met up with me first.)

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6 thoughts on “All you need is . . .

  1. Cayman, man you made my day with your post. Aint it true how lessons bring us knowledge and hard lessons bring us the heavens. You are who your are because life HASN’T been perfect. But through trouble with the law, trouble with the bank, trouble with the doc…nothing compares with success with love. Love will shelter you (just like Ray says) and I’d rather have love than a million Trump dollars, a trillion successful careers like Bieber, or a quadrillion sex encounters like Heffner.

    Hang on brother. Thanks for sharing this. You helped little ole me with this one today. . . and God knows I needed it. 🙂

    Joanna
    khamillion.com

  2. Shit…. the big C . . . something else we have in common . . that word … and to quote This is Spinal Tap (what did you expect? Goethe?)
    ‘It puts it all into perspective’
    ‘Yeah, too much f****** perspective…….’

  3. What a wise lady you have, Cayman. it seems she knows what’s important on our journeys in life. You put everything into perspective. Good for you and lucky for you to have someone special with whom to share your journey.

  4. Joanna- I think one day I’m going to post about the day of my surgery eleven years ago. There was this peaceful understanding that came over me that was NOT of this earth. I’d lived with the specter of cancer looming over me for months, but it was all gone. I KNEW everything was going to be fine. For an irreverent SOB such as myself, it was a lesson I’ll never forget.

    Rowland- According to the folks at ancestry.com, we are officially related now. I won’t hold that against you, I promise. And thanks for the tunes!

    Petal- We’re always that first phone call when we need a voice. And she’s Irish. What more could I possibly ask for?

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