Say You'll Remember Me

by Abby Jimenez

Xavier made me feel like the second I was with him, I entered into his care.

He made me want to be a better human. As it was, I didn’t feel like I even deserved the way he was looking at me.

The gnawing discontent of the last two months was finally quiet, and all I could think in this moment of relief was that I was kissing my wife.

Sometimes what was left was less than minimum wage. While bringing in a second doctor might mean we could take more business, it also meant I’d have to pay them a doctor’s wages. I couldn’t even pay myself a doctor’s wages half the time.

He was a small business owner. That was risky and difficult. He was a hard worker—maybe one of the hardest workers I’d ever met.

Samantha was my one. I knew it by how painful it was to see her cry. I knew it by how I was willing to work harder for her than I’d ever worked for anything or anyone including myself. Loving her gave me purpose.

“That’s not the point, Xavier. You need to rest.” “I can’t rest unless I’m with you.”

Sometimes the challenges we face either break us or they make us stronger. And sometimes they do both.