Sunday, August 19, 2012

Puerto Rico lo hace mejor

It’s one of those times when—very happily—advertising stumbles across reality.
It’s so easy to become the ugly American, the gringo who complains about the traffic, the government, the crime, the corruption. But yesterday, I saw my very good friend Karen, and spent a wonderful time with her, her husband, and her “little sister.”
Part of the Mormon youth group!
Yes, Karen is a Mormon. And yes, once a year I routinely walked into her office, told her I was married, presented her my wedding certificate, and then requested officially that she enroll Raf in the health plan. 
“So what do you want me to do?” she would ask.
“Oh, send me the same letter as last year,” I’d say. “Unless, of course, I’ve worn down Bentonville and they’ll put Raf in the plan…”
I had written a letter to the Senior Vice President for Human Resources in Bentonville, and waited a year for a response. I wrote a second time—by certified mail.
That got a response!
So it was a sort of game between us. For two or three years, I put Raf down for coverage, and Karen sent me an updated letter.
The relationship between the gay community and Mormon Church has on occasion—you do sense irony, don’t you?—been strained. Did it make any difference in our case?
Absolutely not.
No llores, Marc, no llores…” she kept saying to me, and patting my arm. It was the day I came to sign the severance agreement, and turn in my discount card.
Wasn’t my best day.
No llores—don’t cry. And honestly, if I had been able to, I would have stopped. Karen was as affected as I.
And what hadn’t she done for me? Unfailingly, she rescued me from getting stranded when the bus broke down or didn’t come. She defended me on the—I hope rare—occasions when I needed it. She made sure that I never had a problem getting the—paid!—time off to take care of Franny. Sure—it’s required by law, but kindness isn’t.
And she was the one person in the office I called on the day Franny died.
“Karen,” I explained, “I know it’s traditional in the office to mention Jesucristo or the todopoderoso in the little email that HR sends out when an associate’s parent dies. But you know, my mother didn’t believe. So, could you…”
No problem.
I think it’s one thing that Puerto Rico does superlatively well—human relationships. The quality of friendship here is like nothing else. Yes, it may be that the government doesn’t work. The potholes in the road could swallow an elephant. God or the devil knows where all the money goes.
“We don’t throw away people like the white man does,” wrote a Native American about people of the double spirit, the term for gay among the Indians. And the same could be true about friendship in Puerto Rico.
What—let religion come before friendship?
No way!

1 comment:

  1. Religion is the greatest obstacle to living a godly life. Like all human institutions, religions are corrupted to suit human purposes, which are overwhelmingly about power and money, and subject to the fears and superstitions of the ignorant. So what's a person who loves God, his/her fellow creatures and the planet to do? Julian of Norwich recognizes only two sins: impatience and despair. Those are the two tough ones. I'm impatient for human beings to get our act together, and I despair that we ever will. One small ray of hope: things like war and the death penalty are at least controversial now, and we don't pack up the family and a picnic to view public hangings as a form of entertainment.

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