March 13th, 2013 → 5:17 am @ Lea // No Comments

“The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne
Burned on the water; the poop was beaten gold.”  – Antony and Cleopatra

A former student came to see me in my office yesterday.  Within five minutes she was crying, spilling the story of her breakup with her boyfriend, segueing into the heartache of the death of her father…  I started to wonder why she’d come to see me of all people, when she suddenly explained that when her life was a mess, she liked to seek out people who had their shit together.  This time, she thought of me and coming to hang out with me.  It was a huge complement, of course, though rather surprising.  My seat is not a burnished throne, and my poop most certainly is not gold.  But if I can talk to someone for forty-five minutes and make them feel even a little bit better about life, well, that’s an awesome thing.