That e-mailer was very right - forget the shidduch crisis, too many guys out there simply aren't self-aware, aren't aware of others, and aren't sensitive to others, period. But it is times like these that I am reminded of just how good many of my friends are. Case in point: I wrote earlier today about my friend who was having open-heart surgery. Thank God, I hear the surgery went well and he is expected to recover fully. Another friend, however, wrote about it from his - much closer - point of view:
His nervous parents by his side, CYE was calm yet anxious. I remember him saying a few months ago that the only thing he is nervous about is the possibility of not being able to thank all of his friends and family and tell them how much he appreciates them and everything they do.I think this says an incredible amount about both of them. Read the whole thing.
After walking him to the operating room, I ran to grab a pair of scrubs. I slowly entered the operating room and stood silently in the corner collecting my thoughts. As I watched him connected to the various cables and machines, it suddenly hit me how short life is. Though I know he will most likely make a full recovery, I couldn’t help but think how fortunate I am and how often I take that all for granted.