I almost didn’t write this. Every time I typed a sentence, I felt like I’d written something incredibly stupid. Then, I’d hit backspace and mumble words not fit for network television.
But, I’ve typed this far, I might as well keep going.
See, I think about you sometimes. It’s not deep thought, mind you. After all, I’ve never met you. But for all I know you are just like me.
Namely, I wonder if you ever feel alone. I wonder if you think you’re drifting through this world by yourself. I know what this feeling is like.
When I was a teenager, we once lived in a twenty-six-foot trailer, right after my father passed. I wondered if anyone would ever take care of us again. When you lose someone, you think about things like that.
At the trailer park, there was an elderly couple named Tom and Norma. Tom smoked three packs per day, and did maintenance work on trailers in the park.
One day, I helped him repair a hot water heater.
He had a cigarette hanging from his lips.
Tom said, “You know, you ain’t the only one.”
“Huh?” I said.
“You ain’t alone.”
“What do you mean?”
“My daddy died when I’s your age. And so did lots of people’s daddies. You ain’t alone.”
I’ve never forgotten that.
Some people are obsessed with happiness. They want to feel so giddy that their toenails fall off and their cheek muscles pop. That’s fine, I guess. But happiness doesn’t last long. It never does.
One moment it’s here; the next, it’s heading back to wherever it came from.
But being UN-alone, now that’s something better than happiness. A fella could get used to feeling like that.
I hope you feel that way. I hope you figure out how UN-alone you are.
Like the woman…