Well, it’s 5:30 , Monday morning. Great time to
get up and write a bit—right? Well it is for
me: Morningbrain attacks like this are something I have
learned to live with. Sometime they are very productive.
This time, I
awoke thinking of someone. This someone is a person who has been
very special in my life, and it is time I recognized that fact, and passed it
on to him. (A copy of this will be delivered to his address sometime
soon.)
Now, my friend
would not want the publicity—he’s just not that type of guy. He is,
though, one of the best friends any person would ever want to have.
My friend (who,
for purposes of this work, shall remain anonymous,) is someone I have known for
many years, since childhood. Still, if I had just met him a short
while ago, I suspect the following would ring true to me and to anyone else who
might have a close relationship with him.
He is the kind of
guy who always seems to have a smile on his face, and a twinkle in his eye, and
a friendly thing to say whenever I meet him. Do I like him because
of this?
He is the kind of
guy who never forces an opinion on me, but who always is able to bring a
meaningful comment to any conversation, regardless of the topic. Do
I like him because of this?
He is the kind of
guy who tends to be quiet, one who lets others talk, one who is a good
listener, always. Do I like him because of this?
He is the kind of
guy who will go out of his way to help you, if he thinks you need
it. Would anyone like him because of this?
To have friends,
you have to be a friend, right? Well, he has ‘em, by the bushel.
Would you like to
have a friend like this? You bet you would (if you said “no,” you
would be lying, I’m sure.)
And you know the
crazy thing? My friend doesn’t seem to think much of
himself. You know what, though? He’s the only one who
thinks that way. This guy is loved. All he needs to do is
accept that as a fact, (“and acceptance is the answer to all my problems today”)
and realize regardless of whatever he thinks he may have done or been in the
past that makes him doubt himself today, that is all immaterial, long since
forgotten and forgiven, no doubt. And,
if that problem has to do with someone else, a father, a brother, maybe even an
ex-wife, whatever, “acceptance” works there, too. No sense in having anyone else’s opinions, or
whatever, continue to eat your lunch today.
He is my friend,
and I am just one of many who love him just the way he is.
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