What do you give a good guy? Guys like things. Guys like going to a game. Both excellent. But I have something else in mind. Today my gift for Dennis is myself. Sounds like I might be a little full of myself. You might think I should step back a bit, deflate that ego of mine, but hear me out.
My gift is to include Dennis in my grappling with this challenge of mine. I let him know what I need: I need someone to listen and someone who will ask me questions to allow the answers within me to emerge. I am one who believes that often the answers to our confusions, dilemmas, and wonderings lie within us. All we often need is someone to listen for an extended period of time; answers soon emerge from within. Meeting at the York Hospital cafe, Dennis and I play our parts. I explain; he listens; he’s thoughtful and empathetic. He allows me to give voice to my dilemma.
Now you may wonder, isn’t this a case where Dennis gave you a gift and not the other way around? True enough, he gave me a gift of his time, his interest, and his take on my situation. By calling “inviting him for conversation” a gift I may be stretching this idea of what is a gift, but I think it works. I know it would be quite a gift for me if someone specifically sought me out for meaningful conversation. You tell me, is this a gift?