LONELINESS IN OUR LAST STAGE HAS TO DO WITH OTHERS
A few years ago, due to my divorce, I moved from Coral Gables to Miami Beach. While living right on the beach by the sea brings me a lot of serenity and joy for life, the fact that in Miami Beach it’s very hard to make new friends annoys me. It was then that a former work colleague suggested introducing me to one of her friends who, coincidentally, lives very near me and is also from Argentina. After my colleague gave me her name and phone number, I sent her a text message and we both decided to meet for dinner at a nearby restaurant. While at this stage of my life I prefer to have lunch rather than dinner, my colleague's friend replied that she was very busy with work during the day and that having lunch was not an option for her. So we agreed to have dinner instead. On the day we were supposed to meet, I arrived at the restaurant a little early and decided to wait for my future friend while enjoying a glass of chilled white wine. And so half an hour went by without her showing up. I finally saw her crossing the street in front of the restaurant; she looked very irritated and without that smile we flash when we meet a future friend. Not only she could not figure out how to pay for the parking on her phone, but she also explained she was half an hour late because she had lost track of time playing Burako. Although showing up late for dinner because of Burako rather than work seemed a bit off to me, I let it slide. Finally, after the usual introductions, we decided to order food. Even though the restaurant owner is Argentine, the waiter we got was an American of Polish descent. He was a young guy, polite and very shy, but he seemed to do his job as best as he could. Since my future friend doesn’t speak English, she got annoyed when the waiter didn’t understand her order. So much so that, after ten minutes of talking to him, my future friend rudely told him to send an Argentine waitress to our table. Maybe if I were thirty years younger, I would have overlooked such a lack of respect toward the waiter to focus more on getting to know my new friend. But today when I'm many years older it is impossible for me to overlook the behavior of someone of an advanced age who still hasn't learned anything about life; respecting others is almost a commandment. When Jesus stated that we have to love others like we love ourselves what he really meant was that we have to respect others like we respect ourselves. After dinner I said goodbye to the woman, knowing beforehand that I would never see her again. This is why, for us who have lived countless years and learned what life is all about, it is hard to make new friends, and loneliness becomes our most faithful companion

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