I said a prayer last week asking God to always let me have the doors of my apartment/house/van open to whoever wants to come by, be open hearted to I don’t know why this was my prayer but it was.
Days later I get a text from an old couch surfing friend, I met up with him a long time ago as we was passing though town on his way to work in farms in Oregon we just had pizza and he moved on in a hurry. Now, on his way back to Texas he needed a place to stay.
He showed up to my apartment barefoot with an apple in hand.
He said he found an apple tree and I was so confused, as he pointed down the street.
I have been here four years and have no idea where an apple tree was, but he had found it and was eating one.
We chatted for a bit and then I decided to take him up to see the bees (I want him to love Utah, and be a good lil’ host) I was a tour guide on the way up, talking quite a bit and he was rather shy.
We hiked into the bees and he asked me if it would be OK to smoke a bowl.
"I don’t see why not, as long as you don’t get the bees high”
So as I opened up the hive he sat on a rock and watched as the sweet smell of marajawana surrounded us.
That was it, an entirely new guy came to light. (I think if you smoke weed long enough being high becomes the new normal and you feel uncomfortable with out it)
He was so smily and so chatty. . . It was killing me!
We sat for a second longer with the bees then it was on to taking the back roads home so he could get a good look at the Bountiful Temple. It was stunning last night as the sun set.
And he was filling the car with non-stop conversation.
He is a disk golfer, who is traveling around with his disks, (disks- Plural. For long and short distances, for curving, for straight lines) he is quite excited for the course he found in Park City that has a 400 foot drop.
Then he talked about the ocean
Him- “It was so hard to say goodbye”
Me- “How do you say good buy to an ocean?”
Him- “You swim in it. . . (closes his eyes) I took off my clothes, and walked out. . . . (Opens his eyes) What if that was the last time I would have seen the ocean, I would have regret if I didn’t swim in it”
Me- “Isn’t the water cold up there?”
Him- “Oh it is freezing, no one swims in it without wetsuits”
Me- “Did you have a wetsuit?"
A freaken nut, I love it.
After we went to my office downtown, no one was there but I knew I had some punchcards in my desk for two free Gyros. We walked over to Spitz. He really liked the food, and the nostalgic music was giving him flashbacks of the 90s.
I woke up this morning, got ready for the day and come out to find him all packed up and ready to leave, we walked out together, I gave him a hug and I don’t know if I’ll ever see him again. But so glad I was able to help him on his journey. I think the roommates loved it too.