Tonight, as I was walking to my scooter from the tenth floor of Brandon's condo, I was trying to decide which route I should take home. I had to choose between the shortest way or the most scenic way. Well, I chose the scenic route home. I mounted my scooter and took off. I drove down Peachtree and Tenth and down Monroe to Piedmont. I turned right on Cheshire Bridge. I was coming up on Jungle and Heretic when I saw someone walking on the sidewalk. He looked familiar from the back so I slowed down as I passed by. It was one of my best friends, Chris. Chris has been dealing with addiction for almost three years now. He's had some moments of sobriety, but this wasn't one of them. I pulled over and waited for him to approach me. I know it looked pretty sketchy being on Cheshire Bridge, LOL. Anyways, he looked awful and smelled just as bad. Beads of sweat on his forehead. Hair disheveled. Busted lip. We spoke for a minute and he asked if I could buy him something to eat and drink. I knew I shouldn't, but I agreed to it anyways. We met up at the Citgo down the street. I bought him a bottle of Nesquik and a banana. Some people would say that I am an enabler, and perhaps I am, but that's not what the heart on my left forearm and the one in my chest tell me. Love. Love. Love. That is what I am here for. That is my purpose in life. And I have a lot of it. I may die with a lot of battle wounds on my heart, but it the end, all you need is love.
To end, I keep thinking to myself, I could have went the short route home, but I didn't.
Was this a coincidence, or the work of something greater?
Clearly, my answer would be Love.
