There are moments in life which are definitions. Choices we make which create who we are or will be.
I had not for a second debated about taking that Fellowship. Nothing mattered but that step up in my career.
Maybe I thought Mickey would congratulate me. Maybe I didn’t think. But when the smile left Mickey’s face, he pulled out of my bed, talking about getting home. I watched him dress, saying something like; “You don’t have to leave…”
He pulled on his jacket, gave me a smile, “Congrats…” he said and left.
Mickey avoided me after that. For the next few days I didn’t see him, he didn’t call or return my calls,and when I left the city, it was a text message.
Maybe I should have tried harder to contact him, maybe I shouldn’t have taken the fellowship without speaking to him, at least making him believe that he mattered to me.
But I hadn’t.