Three stories. All of the same message.
- One of my closest friends from high school – also named Bobby – has been sending me messages through Facebook to call him. All these years later were still close and he is one of my compasses in my life. He knows me well; he knows when something’s going on — even when all the Facebook posts are happy ones. He knows me well and knows what worries me, what keeps me awake at night. So I call last Friday night, and we have one of our marathon conversations as we do several times a year. Near the end, I apologize for once again turning the call into a therapy session. He laughs and reminds me that he is always encouraging me to call, that I also listen a lot, and I only talked about the things going on in my life right now for about 10 minutes before we were laughing and joking and talking about all sorts of other things for the next hour or two. Talking to him was cathartic – he knows me. He knows what’s REALLY going on at any given time. I’m grateful to have him as one of the people in the “support group” in my life.
- Recently, I bumped into a friend I have not seen in some time. She is always so friendly, so kind, always smiling. Running into her was serendipity, one of those 30 seconds later and we would’ve missed each other moments, and we ended up talking for over 20 minutes and caught up on each other’s lives. And she asked me to pray for her and the people around her and told me about some of the problems they face. I had absolutely no idea. She has always been one of these people that I thought had a so-called perfect life. While I understand no one has a perfect life, I never, ever imagined what she was going through, and what her family is going through. I will be praying for her and talking to her more.