It’s nice to have friends who care. My friend called me the other day. She said she had read my post Suicide Mobiles and she was worried. I said, “You mean Euthanasia Mobiles. I wrote a post about Euthanasia Mobiles, and it wasn’t meant to be taken seriously, it was black humor.” “Euthanasia Mobiles, Suicide Mobiles, whatever. I just hope that you get to the other side. I’ve been praying for you. I pray for you everyday.” “I’m fine. The post was meant to be funny. But thanks for praying for me,” I said.
I woke up the next morning strangely grateful that I could tell whether it was dusk or dawn, and for knowing exactly what I had done the night before. I was also happy not to have any fear of some unknown terror, the type of terror you feel after a night of heavy “partying” where you might have blacked out. I haven’t been on a bender or “partied” heavily for years now, so this sudden spike of gratitude for the life that I have now was strange. It had to have been my friend’s prayers! That’s exactly what it was! Yay! I love her!
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It’s amazing what speaking to a caring friend does to ones mind. Love your post.
Thank you Anette. I’m glad you can appreciate that. Friendship is something to value and something I don’t take for granted.
The day a friendship is taken for granted, it is no longer a friendship. Friendship, and other relations treasured by ones heart, are delicate things, always to be handled like an unknown filled chocolate.