Monday, March 14, 2011

the love of my life - forever

6:40 a.m., the harvard train station, I open the door to the waiting area for a young lady.

She can't get what she needs.  We talk, then walk togetether.  I suggest MacDonald's, she's ammenable.  But it's cold, so we return to the patio behind Emil's South Side Tap.

We wait and Ed opens promptly at 8.  We both have a beer.

She's sad, goes to the women's room where she cries her eyes out for 20 minutes.

She emerges. She's called 911.  The ambulance comes and takes her up the street to Harvard Mercy Hospital.

Four and a half hours later, they release her.  She doesn't need me any more.  She's going to enter alcohol rehab.  I'm so proud of her.

It's a wonderful thing to get involved in someone else's psycho dramas, because it takes us out of our own boring world.

I had dones some good on the earth this day.