A Place to Rest

I’ve always been loyal and a great friend to those I consider great friends. Far and few between is someone you can consider a really good one. In my opinion, there’s no universal rule or idea that makes a good friend like if you call for a ride at 2 AM and I they’re willing to come pick you up, that’s just corny and fairly unreasonable. Like I’m a good friend but if you call me at 6 AM on a Sunday morning asking for a ride back home from your buddies I’m going to tell you to call for a ride next time the day before cuz I’m staying in bed. Does that make me a bad friend? No, I just think it makes me a reasonable person who has his own schedule to maintain. But I learned a lesson in completely changing not just your schedule, but your home life and every minute of it when I had to ask a friend for a place to live after I had left home. One was with his girlfriends and told me to wait until tomorrow, the other said with no hesitation “of course”. Now not to make the first friend sound like an ass, cuz as I said above, I don’t at all expect anyone to drop everything to come give me a hand, and to be honest if my  girl was at my house? I’d tell my friend to chill out for a minute and come over later.But my other friend was able to give me a hand, that ultimately kept me sheltered and fed even for a week, just about as much as you can do for a “friend”.

Now, unfortunately, I don’t have nearly as much of a nice and passionate moment I can point too of me helping a friend. Nor do I really remember a lot of times when I helped people simply because it isn’t something worth noting, as humans in a community helping someone progress through their day to day lives isn’t really noteworthy, more so just the normal and right thing to do. But one thing does stick out, as last winter on my way to school going down 197. I saw a friends car sitting off the road with his hazards on, and as I slowed down to check on him, I crested the hill and noticed a telephone pole was down, and when I looked over the banking, I saw another friend, standing unharmed (but wet). Next to his rolled Volvo in a stream. We helped by giving that friend somewhere warm and dry to sit (our cars). And helping first responders with explaining the situation and what was going on. Too which I proceeded to then get in my car, and head to school. Where I was forced to answer even more questions about the incident.

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