September 18, 2018, Cave Creek-
A friend called me, a while back. The message was that someone had been harassing her, leading to severe anxiety. We spoke for a time and I made the offer of a window of opportunity to put a good distance between her and the tormentor. Tomorrow could be the first step in that direction.
I was raised to take action, when confronted with pain in my own life- be it physical or emotional. Several times, I’ve had to pull myself together, and do the uncomfortable or the inconvenient, in resolving hard issues. Hey, we all have. Life has never been mistaken, by anyone but the foolish, for a sweet bowl of cherries.
So, a week ago, yesterday, I had another tooth pulled, not because it was causing me pain, but because it was seriously infected and heart problems run in my family, on both sides. Dental issues are directly connected to heart issues. My own heart is physically in good shape, and I’d like to keep it that way.
Arrangements are being made for a replacement denture, which led me down to the office of my dentist of the past seventeen years, this evening, after work. Then came the follow-up call to my above-mentioned friend.
Candice Bergen said, many years ago: “Men are such jerks about beautiful women”. To be sure, I have had a few periods of jerk-hood, and came to the conclusion that, if I didn’t have so many doubts about myself and my own worth, any obsession with beauty would not take hold. The physical frame is a fine gift of the Creator to mankind, but it is only part of the package. Were that not so, then plain or homely people with exquisite spirit, personality and skill sets would never have a shot at much. Were it not the case, ravishingly attractive people would never suffer pain, and we probably all know of at least one person who has suffered, either despite, or because of her/his comeliness.
My physically attractive, suffering friend (who, we both agree, is like a sibling, and no more than that) is enduring things that I, and many others in my circle, do not have to tolerate. It happens that way, sometimes. Life is an equal opportunity provider, of both good and ill.
I thought further of this, whilst in a small burger joint, Big Earl’s, in this, my favourite Phoenix-area town. The very pretty teen girl who was serving me whacked her elbow, whilst loading a bucket of ice, and my paternal angst winced a bit. She shook it off and kept on with her work.
So must we all. I will do my darnedest to help sister-friend get through her current nightmare. She will, eventually, find her own light.