Cancelled
Today was a day of cancellations. Actually, it started yesterday. With my optometrist, whose efficient and polite assistant informed me at check-in that the doctor had been ill for two days and was not in for my appointment. Today however, people called to cancel their appointments to see me, except in the one case where she just didn't show up. I guess that's a cancellation of sorts, as well.
Initially, I was annoyed. I am tightly scheduled by choice, and I hate wasting time if it's not my own time I'm wasting. At work, I prefer to be busy. Today though, a co-worker asked me if I had a free moment. And I did. Because today was a day of cancellations.
My co-worker wanted to know how you know another person is worth what it's going to cost you to be with them. He asked because his girlfriend is struggling with some REALLY BIG stuff. Stuff going all the way back to age 3, stuff that should never happen, but did. We talked for the duration of what should have been two appointments.
In the end, I told him that you don't know. You never can, not for certain. You have to decide that you're willing to pay the price just for the opportunity, not for the outcome. It's a gamble, like most things.
As his eyes welled, and he reached simply for my hand, I knew he was going to be a gambling kinda man. I wished him all the best, and I was never so grateful for cancellations in all my life.
