My friend became very sick one night at home.
Her husband was out of town.
There was no one to drive her to the hospital.
So, she drove herself across town at 2:30 in the morning.
She was sick and alone for hours at the hospital.
What? You didn’t call me??
When we, her friends, heard about this we were aghast.
Why didn’t you call us? One of us would have driven you there and stayed with you!
She responded that she did not know if it would be OK to call one of us.
It made me think about friendship.
Who Can I Call?
Who can I call in the middle of the night for help?
My friends know that they could call me and I would come.
My friends and I give each other flowers, cards, and gifts.
We treat each other to lunch, or coffee on special occasions or “just because”.
Humming in the background is the knowledge that we are there for each other.
My friends are family. My friends are my rock.
I know that I can count on them just as they can count on me.
I don’t worry if they are “true friends” or my “best friends” or my “real friends”.
By definition, they are true, best and real.
A friend is a friend.
Others are acquaintainces…important but often fleeting.
My friends bring joy and substance to my life.
Friends go the distance.
Who would you call at 2 A.M. for help?
‘Home is the place where, when you have to go there,
They have to take you in.’ from “The Death of the Hired Man” by Robert Frost
Friends chose to take you in.