Guy Sayles is the Resident Assistant at Cone Hall.
He didn't know me ... couldn't pick me out if we were the only ones crossing the street ... but we were ready for the attack ... and I knew him.
Okay I made that up.
I had no idea who Guy Sayles was.
But I did start at the top, storming straight to the RA's room, pounding on his door which he opened ... ready to attend to the needs of the freshmen ... "Can I help ..." he started to ask.
"EAT THIS!" I screamed spraying the fire extinguisher in his face, laughing loudly and running away.
Our dorm had successfully conducted a hostile takeover of Guy Sayles dorm.
I still didn't know who he was.
He knew who I was.
A few days later I was horrified to learn we share a class ... and Guy surgically butchered me in front of the Professor and all 27 students by drawing me into a debate and ... well ... publically spanking my ass.
"I need to know this Guy," I told myself afterwards.
In no time at all ... we were best friends ... and while we had lots of fun together ... I owe him far more than he does me.
I would have never learned me without him.
I would have never gone to Seminary were it not for Guy ... and the rest is ... what it is.
Last night Sarah, the girls and I watched "The Theory of Everything" and I was finding it hard to not think of my friend.
Yeah ... he is that smart.
And he's had a tough year ... but haven't we all?
In the middle of the night, I kiss the top of Sarah's head, deeply breathing in her aromas ... really happy though often frustrated ... my fingers linger over her smoothness.
I was dreaming about Guy ... we were talking about life now ... the things we've been through ... what we want ... how frustrated we are it's not happening the way we think it should ... and arguing Soren Kierkegaard ... the magnificent critic of idealist thinking.
I no longer recall if Guy introduced him to me or I introduced him to Guy ... but I do remember our wrestling matches over Kierkegaard.
Guy settled with the Idealist.
I took the other path.
At 5:50 I wake ... love my wife ... burst into tears ... kiss the top of her head again ... and am more thankful than I've ever been.
It's been way too long since Guy and I ... and Anita, Mandy and Eliot have been together ... but I sure as Hell appreciated last night's talk.
So this morning as Sarah and the girls were leaving for work and school ... I relished each moment ... because no matter how many moments we have ... they're not enough.
Kierkegaard says that.
Guy did too.
But Sarah and I share it for a moment today.
