by, 09-10-2009 at 09:44 PM (2353 Views)
I've had good reason lately to think about the meaning of the term "friend". You see, when I attempted suicide the other Sunday, the man who talked me out of it stated that we had been friends for 30 years.
I thought about that long and hard over the next days. I appreciate what he did for me, but was he truly a "friend"?
Did he ever write in thirty years? No.
Has he ever called in thirty years? No.
Did we visit each other, did our kids play together (outside of school, they went there together, and graduated together.) No.
Friends write, even a quick note.
Friends call, when they know your number, and especially when they live in the same town.
Friends visit together, go places together if at all possible.
Friends e-mail you, even if it is just a forward to some funny or touching chain-mail.
So where are my true friends? Here on this forum. You leave me notes and poems. You PM me, even to ask advice. You give me feedback on my own poetry and stories, and you hold me in prayers, good vibes, kind thoughts and real concerns.
So I will come out of hiding, and let you contact me anyway you want: (I talked to Rich on the phone not too long ago, [sorry, Rich, I couldn't find your number when I needed you, and still can't])
Address: Dale Harris
406 Stone Way
Atkins, VA 24311
Personal visit? Virgina Interstate 81
Call me from the gas station, it's actually within walking distance from where I live.
If I could, I would love to visit you all, but a fixed income only goes just so far...
Love you each and every one, my true support group and dearest friends...