In the Robes of a MonkA Chapter by Robert Francis Callacilet us prayIn
the Robes of a Monk (649
Words)
“What am I going to do? I can’t live without
her. Please God, I’ll do anything, I swear I’ll devote my life to doing good
deeds, just let her be alive and safe. Oh God! where the hell is she?”
A
little melodramatic to be sure, but what do you expect from a guy who was
studying to be an actor and dime-store philosopher. But I can assure you that
these were the thoughts that raced through my mind, as I waited for my
girlfriend, Joanne, to arrive from Michigan on a cold winter’s night in the
LaGuardia Airport.
She
missed the first two flights and this was the final flight to arrive from
Michigan. Now there were no cell phones, internet or instant communication
devices in those days, just the damn Phone. After she missed her first flight,
I called her roommates asking them if they heard from her. They said she left
early for the airport and thought she’d be in New York by now. I put them in a
panic.
After
she missed the second flight, I called her mother, who lived on Long Island, if
she heard from her daughter. She wasn’t even aware that she was coming home to
New York. I freaked her out as well.
She
was supposed to arrive at 4 Pm. It was now 11:30; this was the last flight to
arrive. If she wasn’t on that flight, I made a pact with myself to become a
monk and cloister myself off from the world. I had her lost at sea, hijacked to
Cuba, and lots of other fun scenarios.
The
plane landed, passengers disembarked, sweat poured out from every pore of my
body. I prayed to every god that ever existed for her to be on that plane. To
my utter joy and relief, she was the ninth person to walk out that passenger tunnel.
To
her astonishment, I lifted her off her feet, kissed her all over, and wept into
her arms, all the while telling her how much I loved and needed her. She was
truly perplexed and asked me why I was acting like she was my long lost love
coming back from the dead.
When
I told her why, she just shook her head in dismay and said,
“I
told you that I was on standby. I wanted to save a few bucks. I warned you that
I may be late and to wait as long as was needed. Now I have to tell my mom why
I didn’t tell her I was coming home, and call my friends to tell them I’m alive
and well. This is what you get for not listening. No harm done, I’m healthy and
alive, let’s go back to your place and cuddle.”
I
laughed along with her, and was quite happy that things turned out
alright. We had one hell of a great
weekend together, but from that night on, things between us were never the
same.
The
thought of loving someone more than I loved myself was mind boggling. Also the
fact that I may have needed her more than she needed me just didn’t sit well
with my over inflated ego. I asked myself how I could let one person have so
much power over me. This scared me silly. Rather than confront her with these
conflicted feelings and embracing them, I closed myself off from her and slowly
distanced myself from the relationship.
She
was a graduate student studying to be a clinical psychologist and understood
more what was going on with me than I did. She was patient and loving and tried
to break the wall that I made. But patience only goes so far. As a parting gift
she made me a Monks outfit and told me to hit the road. It was I that ran, but
it was her that got away.…
© 2016 Robert Francis Callaci |
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