TWINS
[The following is a story for this 28th Sunday in Ordinary Time C - which I wrote after reflecting on today's first reading about Naaman the Syrian in the 2nd Book of Kings - Chapter 5 - who had a skin disease - and the 10 people in the gospel of Luke - Chapter 17 - who had skin diseases as well - and all are healed - and then the theme of thankfulness erupts.]
You wouldn’t know they were brothers.
You wouldn’t know they were twins.
But they were - they were brothers and they were twins.
But as I am about to
indicate in this story, they were different - as different as night and
day - as different as blue and yellow - as different as sugar and pepper. They
were different.
And their nicknames were “Think” and “Thank”. They picked
them up - somewhere along the line - while traveling the time line of their
lives. Interesting nicknames to say the least - Think and Thank - but like some
nicknames they contained a deep truth.
So their nicknames fit each other, fit each brother, to the
T.
But oops! I’m getting ahead of the story
- the story of why they picked up their nick names - and what
kind of personality each was - in the first place.
In college - Tom - who became “Thank” - was tall and thin -
6 foot 2 - only 173 pounds - skin and bones. And to be honest - not that good
looking. He could be gawky. He had a big
nose and big ears.
In college - Terrence
- who became “Think” - was the good looking one - 6 foot tall - 210 pounds - smooth and savvy - who excelled in math. He
was also an excellent running back - both in high school and now in playing college
football.
You wouldn’t know they were brothers.
You wouldn’t know they were twins.
But they were: Terrence and Thomas - Think and Thank.
Tom’s face skin was quite scared - from a long serious
season of teenage acne. At times in his teenage years, classmates called him, “Leper!”
But aren’t we - really - who we really are - inside our skin?
Yet our face - our skin - our look - can
define us - who we are - for a time. So it took time for Tom to become Tom - the
thankful one.
But it really wasn’t till he spent time in college - that he
realized - nicknames like “Leper” or “Ears” or “Nose” - really didn’t bug him
that big. In fact Tom began to flourish in college. This happened somewhere
along his Junior or Senior year at the same state college he and Terrence went
to together. He learned that big groups really didn’t matter. Close friends did.
He knew that those who knew him - loved and appreciated him whenever he walked
into a room or a situation. He became Tom simply becoming Tom.
His friends discovered that Tom had this great gift of being
thankful. Once you caught that - you
caught his personality. The big sparkle in his eyes - was bigger than his ears
and his nose and the pockmarks on his cheeks and forehead from his acne. The fun - the delight - the joy - the quick
or cute comments he made about life and the passing scene - brought joy to the
conversations he was part of. You might say the words he spoke or used were
covered with a smooth skin.
So it was somewhere in the midst of the mix of many moments
that his basic attitude towards life earned him the nickname, “Thank.”
Every meal - every cup of coffee - every trip - every game - was always “a great time” -
and he would always say, “Thank you.”
In fact, he was always the last one out of every restaurant
- or pub - because he would track down the waiter or waitress - who served them
and he would look them in the eye and say, “Thank you!” And that “Thank you” was better than any tip left on a restaurant
table.
That was - and kept on getting stronger - the essence of
this guy named “Tom” that I’m trying to describe for you today.
Terrence was different. It took time for him to acquire his
nickname of “Think”. He sort of had an itch and edge in him.
So Terrence was just the opposite. He wasn’t the type to put
butter on the bread of human relationships. The waiter or waitress, the coach -
the musician, the teacher - better be the best - if they were to get a basic
“Thank you!” from Terrence.
Terrence never became Terry. Thomas became Tom or Tommy by his
very close friends - as well as “Thank” - in God’s good time.
If time is of the essence in all this, it took time for Terrence
to become Think - but I better tell you now - it was never to his face. It was
always just behind his back - in contrast to his twin brother “Thank” - who
heard people call him that - out loud and to his face.
Terrence was the logical one. He had to figure everything out - especially
motive. He could be suspicious - or “standbackish” at times.
If you’re not a twin - and I’m not one - so I’m not that
sure about all this - but Think or Terrence - spent a lot of time trying to
think just why his brother Tom was so different from him. Maybe it was because
Tom was 7 minutes older than him - but come to think about that - it couldn’t
be that. It had to be something else - so he kept on thinking about that one -
on and off - much of his life. And much of his life comparing himself to his
brother - made him feel uneasy - and uncomfortable. Something seemed unfair.
Tom - in contrast - never thought that much about their
differences - just the joy - the comments that came up - whenever others found
out he was a Terrence’s twin . “You guys are brothers! You guys are twins! You’re kidding!”
[PAUSE - LONG PAUSE]
Life went on….
Terrence got married three times - and he was divorced three
times. His wives couldn’t live up to his standards of perfection. He thought it
was vice versa - but they knew it was vice versa - when they finally broke away
from him and got the divorce.
In fact, this is something - luckily - Terrence never
found out about - but all three ex-wives - got together for lunch once - and
then dinner - and then lunch again - and what they put together - were
learnings for their own lives - that no college could teach. Each said they were
relieved when the deal called “marriage” finally fell through - and when they
finally figured some things out about their life choices.
And also - quietly behind Terrence’s back - his parents -
Tom and Terrence’s parents - finally said to each other, “It’s sad - but Thank
God our daughter-in-law’s got smart and got out from under Terrence.” This happened
somewhere there - when their sons were in their mid 30’s. And they added,
“Thank God Terrence had no kids.”
But they added, “Thank God Tommy had 3 kids” - their 3
grandkids who were a delight - and a joy - and gave them great meaning as they
moved into the autumn and winter seasons
of their lives.
Sad to say Terrence’s face become somewhat sullen - even
though he was always the handsome one.
But at family weddings or what have you - everyone without being
conscious of it - knew Tommy or Thank or Tom was the happy one.
But sometimes good news - happens - healings start to
happen. Hey, aren’t we all people of hope? Who wants to hear a story with a
unhappy ending? So here’s the good news that began to happen.
Terrence accidently overheard someone describing him and his
brother as “Think” and “Thank” - and he knew immediately who was who.
The more
he thought about that - the more he realized his twin brother was his gift to
him.
So they would go out to dinner from time to time - actually at least once
a month.
They were now in their early fifties.
Think slowly began to become more
and more like Thank.
And so he would thank his brother Tom for being such a
great twin brother and a great gift to him.
Ooops, in fact, both would stop to
find the waiter and waitress - after a long meal together - and say together,
“Thank you!”
