“Why did you do all this for me?” he asked. “I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.” “You have been my friend,” replied Charlotte. “That in itself is a tremendous thing.” E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web
We were a sight in high school. One hundred pounds soaking wet, curly perms, braces and polo shirts. We were girls of the eighties, and yes, we thought we were mighty hot. We adored Rick Springfield and Rick James, Prince and Janet Jackson. Laughter was a constant, drama was never far behind – boy drama, girl drama, parent drama. Trouble visited from time to time, but through it all, we were friends.
This week, I met an old friend from high school for lunch. Over the years, we have lived far apart at times, closer at others, but no matter the distance, we’ve kept in touch. The strange thing is sometimes it may be a year between the ‘touches’. We send Christmas cards, call every now and then, but seeing each other face to face is sometimes hard to do. We live in different cities, we’re raising families, and time has a way of slipping by.
Strangely and wonderfully enough, time doesn’t seem to matter when we finally meet again. Within minutes, a deep recognition occurs. Even though we’re different, somewhere in our hearts or souls, we recognize each other and the friendship we had as girls. We are blessed to still have a connection all these years later.
Seeing my friend again made me appreciate the true friends I have in my life. They are few but they are special. They may be rare but they’re priceless. The people who have hung by me, through the worst and the best, those friends are gems indeed.
“Only real friends will tell you when your face is dirty.” Sicilian Proverb