Here’s a simple post. And a simple thought.

A friend left me a voice mail yesterday. He asked me if I would like to go to the Bronx Zoo with him sometime in the near future and said to ask my wife if she would like to go too.

I mulled it over last night, mentioned it to my wife. She said she had no interest in going.

I thought to myself, I don’t want to go either. I went to the Bronx Zoo once with my wife and sons a long time ago. Nothing special, didn’t do it for me.

I got up this morning and thought about it again. My friend was reaching out to me. The invitation is something he thought we would enjoy doing together. He is looking for company.

What harm could it do for me to go? I thought. It would be an outing for me and a diversion. I would make HIM happy.

I called him up and said I would be glad to.

My head told me not to go: that I had no interest in it, and, besides, I’m busy. (But, am I really too busy? What am I doing that’s so important anyway?)

My heart, my human instincts, told me: say yes to the invitation.

— Roger W. Smith

   June 29, 2018