Watching Gary last week after the car accident, watching him tend to everyone and make sure everyone was okay as best as he could, I thought about how it was far from the first time I saw Gary immediately help someone without stopping to think about it. Gary is one of the few people I know who has a genuinely good heart, and is loving and giving without expecting anything in return.
I also thought about what would have happened if it had been Crow or her father driving by that night of the wreck instead of us. It’s laughable to imagine they would have even considered stopping to help. What for? What was in it for them?
No, Crow and her father would have been part of the soulless, self-absorbed assholes driving right by, irritated they had to slow down for the carnage, or at best, nearly popping their eyeballs out of their sockets, hoping to spot some blood to fake-sob to their cronies about later, pulling as much attention to themselves as possible. Because unless that woman’s death served some purpose to them, she would have been completely worthless to them.
It is precisely the same mentality Crow and her parents apply to the children each day.
The insults, ridicules, and put-downs that Crow and her parents sling at Gary are even more ironic after watching Gary help a bleeding man get out of his smashed truck and sit down to wait for an ambulance. Or rush to the arriving ambulance to help them find the woman who could not speak for herself. Or after watching him cover a dying woman with a sheet so she could have dignity and peace and, hopefully, comfort.
Perhaps a middle-aged woman still living with her parents should take a long, soul-searching gaze in the mirror before opening her lying, hateful mouth about Gary.
Perhaps a woman whose biological and adoptive mother shudder away from claiming her as a daughter should spend more time examining her own behavior instead of fabricating insults about someone else.
Maybe a woman whose father has to bribe a desperate ogre of a spineless man to even think about dating her should focus on improving her own integrity and worth instead of pointing ugly fingers at anyone else.
And an old man who has lived a life of lies to cover the truth about his mentally-disturbed, incompetent, and sad excuse of a daughter should turn his attention to repairing his wrongs and facing his deceptions instead of creating more lies simply to save face about his dismal failure as a parent that resulted in a failure of a daughter and, in turn, of a mother.
Then again, it is likely Gary’s good heart and honesty that make him an easy target for spiteful, shallow nothings of human beings like Crow and her parents. They know he will not retaliate in the same fashion, because he is a far better person than they are. He is thankfully not capable of slithering as low as they do.
Putting him down does not elevate them to a higher status, except maybe in their own deranged heads. It simply illustrates and emphasizes their pathetic existence, their dependency on Gary to have a semblance of a life, and their abject failure as human beings.
Watching Gary once again step in to help someone else, people he didn’t even know, simply because it was the right thing to do, made me immeasurably proud of him, proud to be with him, proud to have him in my life. I love him for so many reasons. His heart, his strength, and his love for others are just part of them.
As heart-wrenching as the other night was, I am glad we were there. I am glad Gary stopped to help. Ultimately, after seeing what happens to people when they only care about themselves, I am glad both of us still care about people and are willing to help as much as we can.