I HELPED AN A**HOLE

March 19, 2007

I wrote this after treating a man so full of bitterness it practically steamed off him. He was rude to his wife, combative with us, and made every second of the call feel like punishment.

What hit me hardest wasn’t his anger—it was how easily it bled into me. I started hating him back. Hating his loafers, his fake sleep act, his smug silence. I caught myself hoping it was a heart attack. That shook me.

In hindsight, this post wasn’t about him—it was about me brushing up against that dark edge we all try to stay clear of. The truth is, sometimes we help people who don’t deserve it. That’s the job. And sometimes, walking away without saying what you really feel is the bigger win.