Stay in touch. We all say it, we all mean it, but we drift off course. Soon it’s been two years since we’ve seen the person who we called a best friend. Embarrassed, we don’t call, because now we worry about how we’ll explain our lapse.
Then we only occasionally think of the friendship. In the last stages, our excuse becomes that we’ve grown so far apart that the foundation of the bond has eroded. And by the way, was it ever really a friendship?
We rarely get everything we need in life through our actions. The support of friends is what buoys us up when things suddenly go south.
I keep reminding myself of this lesson as I try dialing my oldest friend’s number: “Your call has been forwarded to an automated telephone answering system, John Smits, is not available. The mailbox is full. Please call again. Goodbye.”

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