The Importance of Friends
It never ceases to amaze me how people come and go throughout our lives and in some of the most intriguing ways. Think about your friends. Were you school chums? Meet in college? At a job? Through the net?
I attended a retirement dinner for a colleague this past week, a fellow I've worked with for over a quarter century. He also happens to be married to one of my best chums from high school. We all worked together at one point, were all single and in our early twenties when we started at the hospital, and he was a great fellow to go out with. (Yes, we dated a bit.) Shortly after I met my hubby to be, we had a Christmas party, both M and A were unattached and not wanting to go alone, so I suggested they go together. They were married the week before my son was born. We've all remained close throughout the years and I don't expect that to change too much since they live in my hometown.
These days, my friends are a far more diverse lot. I still have my dearest friend from high school, Gina, and Robin from college, but the people I now consider the core of my friends are an eclectic group I travel with and have met on the internet through an old, gothic soap opera and a deceased actress. Crazy but true. What is so amazing about these friendships is how diversely different our backgrounds are yet how parallel our lives can be. Geographically, most of us are 500 or more miles apart, except for a couple of my buddies who also happen to hail from the Buckeye state. Oddly enough, the ones further away I tend to see more or speak to more than those who live within the boundaries of the state. Go figure.
My dearest friend, one who is like my older sister, lives in Philadelphia. The only time were don't fire 20 emails off during a day is when she's on another continent. If I have younger sisters, they live in Georgia and Virginia. Georgia is my writing partner in crime and Virginia is our muse. Great gals.
The importance of these people, outside of my family? They aren't outside my family. They are a part of my larger family and I thank God every day. Sometimes when I need to vent or share, I know they're out there, an email or a phone call away. Even if I don't write or call, I know they're there if I need them. And they know where to find me too.
I feel sorry for people who haven't sought out friends who aren't 'just like themselves.' It's far more interesting to have friends who are different from anyone you've known before because of their origins or their nationality or their religion or their profession. It expands your horizons, broadens the mind, and enriches your soul. The past five years of my life attest to that statement.
So what got me onto this post? Emails. Tonight. From four of the mighty 12 that I have a special bond to and will be spending a few days with in NYC in late August. Yup, looking forward to seeing the lawyer, the doctor, the president (hehe), the Fed, the librarian, my southern Buckeye buddy......
Dawn
I attended a retirement dinner for a colleague this past week, a fellow I've worked with for over a quarter century. He also happens to be married to one of my best chums from high school. We all worked together at one point, were all single and in our early twenties when we started at the hospital, and he was a great fellow to go out with. (Yes, we dated a bit.) Shortly after I met my hubby to be, we had a Christmas party, both M and A were unattached and not wanting to go alone, so I suggested they go together. They were married the week before my son was born. We've all remained close throughout the years and I don't expect that to change too much since they live in my hometown.
These days, my friends are a far more diverse lot. I still have my dearest friend from high school, Gina, and Robin from college, but the people I now consider the core of my friends are an eclectic group I travel with and have met on the internet through an old, gothic soap opera and a deceased actress. Crazy but true. What is so amazing about these friendships is how diversely different our backgrounds are yet how parallel our lives can be. Geographically, most of us are 500 or more miles apart, except for a couple of my buddies who also happen to hail from the Buckeye state. Oddly enough, the ones further away I tend to see more or speak to more than those who live within the boundaries of the state. Go figure.
My dearest friend, one who is like my older sister, lives in Philadelphia. The only time were don't fire 20 emails off during a day is when she's on another continent. If I have younger sisters, they live in Georgia and Virginia. Georgia is my writing partner in crime and Virginia is our muse. Great gals.
The importance of these people, outside of my family? They aren't outside my family. They are a part of my larger family and I thank God every day. Sometimes when I need to vent or share, I know they're out there, an email or a phone call away. Even if I don't write or call, I know they're there if I need them. And they know where to find me too.
I feel sorry for people who haven't sought out friends who aren't 'just like themselves.' It's far more interesting to have friends who are different from anyone you've known before because of their origins or their nationality or their religion or their profession. It expands your horizons, broadens the mind, and enriches your soul. The past five years of my life attest to that statement.
So what got me onto this post? Emails. Tonight. From four of the mighty 12 that I have a special bond to and will be spending a few days with in NYC in late August. Yup, looking forward to seeing the lawyer, the doctor, the president (hehe), the Fed, the librarian, my southern Buckeye buddy......
Dawn
posted by Dawn | 10:15 PM
3 Comments:
Well obviously the Librarian tain't me! And it seems we rarely chat anymore since I left the J list.. tis sad... I miss you!
Mom, you write better blogs than me. Hehe
I'm impressed with your site, very nice graphics!
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