Gratitude for One
It’s already noon, but my mind won’t rest until I change the flag out front to the Stars and Stripes. I intended to do it first thing this morning, but it’s amazing how quickly the time slips past. For me, but not for many Americans who are hurting today on September 11th.
Me? I am happy and thankful today, instead of sad, which I realize, is a privilege I don’t deserve. Many suffered losses eleven years ago today, but I was spared the loss of a good friend who was in the subway underneath the World Trade Center when the disaster occurred.
The details of the event are riveting and heart-wrenching, but that is her story to tell, not mine. My intention lies in focusing on what her friendship was and is to me, and thanking God that He spared her that day, when so many were not.
K and I met while we were working in the dismally ludicrous Advertising industry, for a crazy, alcoholic boss. She was technically my assistant, but I’m not sure who was really in charge, between the two of us. Both young, single girls with plenty of energy and time to kill, we banded together after hours and took on the Dallas social scene, itching to escape from our office and looking for where we fit in.
My partner in crime, we were always on the look-out for the next Big Thing, whether it be a party, a band to go see or a new bar or club to discover. But beyond the surface of a partying comradeship, we developed a deeper familiarity, supporting each other through broken relationships and continued career disillusionment.
One night, in particular, stands out in my mind. We were out at a club seeing a band play, and we ran into a guy I was dating who was there with another girl. At the time, I wanted more from this guy than he was willing to give. K steered me out of the club and let me lean on her as we left with me in tears. We stood in the parking lot while I cried, and she didn’t tell me to stop.
Both of our life circumstances have changed since then with happy marriages, babies, houses and careers. And although we don’t get to talk as often as we’d like, due to our jam-packed lives, I picture myself leaning on her when I’ve had a bad day. Or I imagine laughing with her when I need to lighten up.
Gratitude is a funny thing, in that we sometimes have to slap ourselves to remember to feel it. Life just goes along, from one fire drill to the next. It’s a lot easier and more convenient to count all the mishaps and difficulties that abound.
Today, of all the days of the year, I insist upon feeling thankful for my friend.
|Goofing around on my wedding day.|