Life is Better With Friends

A few years ago, during Christmas break I had to undergo one of my first surgeries. I was nervous and didn’t know what to expect. It felt like forever but the surgery went by very fast. I was in the recovery room still coming off of the anesthesia and was feeling a little bit loopy. Since it was a minor surgery, I was able to go home that same day. I don’t remember much from when I first came out, but I remember how that night went. I was in a lot of pain and didn’t want to take the pain meds because they made me sick, and my parents didn’t want me walking up and down the stairs so they made me set up camp on the couch so I had easy access to the bathroom and the kitchen.

One of my friends from my old school had come up to keep me company and once everyone was in bed, I got the feeling that I was going to be sick. I couldn’t get up myself but thankfully my friend was on the couch next to me and she helped me navigate my way to the kitchen to get something to drink and back to my makeshift bed. The next day I was able to move more on my own. I was really thankful that my friend was there for me when I needed someone for the extra help.

But a while after that was when the roles switched and I was the one to help. We were four wheeling with family friends. We were stopped at a large opening in the woods where all of us could all take a break and eat lunch. Once my friend and I were finished, we wanted to go for a ride for a few minutes and then come right back…. which did not happen. We found a side trail and decided to go on it but didn’t realize that there were large mud spots. My friend was ahead of me and she was going too slow and she got stuck. We were nervous that our parents were going to get mad so we wanted to figure out how to get her out ourselves. We connected the winch cable to her four wheeler and I started pulling her out. It was only throwing the mud all over the place. This continued for a few more minutes until we decided I should just tell my dad and he would be able to help. A few minutes after calling, my dad came and pulled my friend out. Although I wasn’t able to help her myself, I tried and I helped my dad.

Having my friend there for me after recovering from my surgery really made me realize that friendships are very important. I am very grateful for the friends that I have and for the times that they are there for me when I need them most.