Meet Roy & Gabby. They taught me something the other day. Like them, I’m a slow learner. I happened to be gardening with a somewhat eclectic friend in the Texas Hill Country. I won’t mention any names but he wears a black hat, pretty darn popular, writes books, usually has a cigar in his mouth, drinks tequila, etc… You get the pitcher.
I said to him, “I met a friend of yours the other day.” He looks at me and replies, “I don’t have any friends.” I look back at him and say, “Hey, me either!” At first I was all excited because as you know, it’s always nice to have something in common with someone. We both looked up, deep in thought.
Then I began to wonder. What the heck am I doing? I was in a conundrum. A catch 22, if you will. I didn’t have any friends and yet, I was gardening with a friend. Hmmmm….
I decided that maybe I do have friends. Oh sure, it sounds more interesting and mysterious going through life with no friends but who would you ask for help when you are in need? Who would you ask for advice? Who would you talk to when you just needed to hear a friendly voice? Who would have that smile ready for you when you were down (other than your dog – but your dog could be your friend, or perhaps your best friend). More importantly, who will remember you when you get called home? Who will mourn you and rejoice your life? No, I think I will have friends! Maybe not many, but some…
Thank you for the education Roy & Gabby. I’ll leave you with something my friend, Tom Friedman, always told me: “In order to make a friend, you have to be a friend.” Couldn’t have said it better myself!