作者: Joseph J. Mazzella | 2020年07月16日 07:00 | 4 人觉得有用
I was in college
and was sleeping deeply in my dorm room bed
after a rough day of classes.
I heard the door open
and light from the hallway streamed in.
My best friend and roommate
was standing there unsteadily.
His girlfriend had broken up with him
earlier that day
and he had spent the evening
downtown in a bar
trying to drown his sorrows with 13 whiskey sours.
I got up
and helped him to climb up into the bunk bed
He didn’t look so good.
His face was whiter than normal
and he could barely walk.
After fending off some idiots on our floor
who tried to get him to go back downtown
for more drinking
I finally got him to lay down.
After a minute
he said he was going to be sick.
I managed to get him to the bathroom
down the hall
but he couldn’t throw up.
I walked him slowly back to bed
and got him into the top bunk again.
I was just about to drift back off to sleep
when I heard it:
retching followed by 13 whiskey sours
splashing on his sheets.
I got him off the bed again,
stripped his sheets
and helped him back up once more.
I was wary of another splash down
I heard his gentle snoring.
I couldn’t really be mad at him, though.
he just wanted what we all wanted:
“To be Loved.”
Over the decades that followed
I started to realize a few things too.
I learned that
the best way to be loved
was to be loving.
And I learned that
the best way to be loving
was to realize that
you were already loved.
Open your life
and let your love out.
The greatest gift we can ever get
is to be loved
and the greatest gift we can ever give
is to be loving.
And the truth is,
they are one and the same.