While I cannot disclose names, for now, I will call him "J". We met at the gym after a few mutual morning nods and smiles. Fast forward a year or so later and he and I have become good friends, chatting often in between machines or while on the elliptical.
Then, this year we shared hugs, stories, and tears when we both had to put our dogs down. Yet that wasn't the end of his pain. Within a few short months, his wife filed for divorce, was in a bad motorcycle accident and lost his job.
Listening to him vent, I learned a lot about him. I learned that he tried to keep his chin up no matter what. I learned that he always had a kind word for everyone and was always polite and caring. "Placing my hand on his shoulder as if placing an angel, I said, "good things will come your way...you'll see." Well, I ran into him earlier this week.
Hopping on the elliptical next to him, I reached over to give him the "old punch in the shoulder". Turning to me and smiling broadly, although still on his machine, he stopped peddling. I did too. The conversation began.
J: Do you want the good news or bad news first?
ME: Whichever is best for you.
J: Okay, bad news first. We made an agreement. My wife and I have an appointment with the attorney. She's moving out soon.
ME: That's okay. You've got this.
J: Now for the good news. I got a job at Hartford Hospital and start the end of the month.
Climbing off the elliptical, I motioned him to get off as well. I hugged him so tightly and began crying. That's when I realized that he did really get that angel.
This young man has always listened to me, been there for me. He is like a "rock". Oh, and did I tell you that "J" is deaf?
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