Mr. C. went over his agenda for the day as he grabbed his briefcase. Locking the car, he smiled at the sign that marked the parking space as his own. He wasn’t getting any younger and was grateful that he didn’t have so far to walk now.
Exchanging the usual pleasantries with associates, Mr. C. grabbed a cup of tea on the way to his office. It was going to be a long day. Once in his office, he set the cup on his desk and verified his schedule. There were no cancellations. It seemed there was never enough time in the day.
Mr. C. had spent years learning to help others. His chosen field of expertise had come naturally to him, and he devoted himself to it. He had a wall full of certificates and achievements. Pursuing years of education, he never married. He was happiest helping others.
People sought him and his help. Mr. C. was easy to talk to and trustworthy. They knew they could tell him their secrets, things they could tell no one else. He never judged or belittled anyone. Secrets are a heavy burden, carrying enough shame. He was a safe haven; that is what they needed.
All day, Mr. C. listened. He guided with gentle advice. He helped find answers and resolution. He offered understanding. This is why they came to him, so this is what he offered.
At the end of the very long day, Mr. C. felt he had fulfilled his purpose. It was time well spent. He packed up his briefcase, knowing he would be too tired to open it once home. With one last glance at the next full schedule, he turned off the light and locked the door.
The drive home was not a long one. Tired, he stopped to pick up fast food to take home. He never cooked anymore. This was just easier, for so many reasons.
Juggling the food, briefcase, and keys as he walked up to the front door, Mr. C. thought of his old cat. He hadn’t seen Tiger for quite some time. He missed his old friend and wondered whatever happened to him.
With a heavy sigh, Mr. C. carefully moved into the house and down the narrowed hall. Inching past stacks of papers and assorted full boxes and bins, he headed for his place in the corner. Once he wiggled into his chair, he set the fast food out onto his lap. Tossing the wrappers aside, he told himself he would worry about them another time.
~McGuffy Ann Morris
I have known a “Mr. C.”, personally. He was a genius with a very big heart. He found love as a young man but lost it through no fault of his own. After that, he was always too busy to develop a relationship and a real home. Romantic love eluded him, or perhaps he just avoided it. He gave love in other ways.