Letters...

A close friend whom I 've known since Kindergarten sent a letter to me on facebook espressing her appreciation for the help I'd given her with a few of her problems. She went on to say that she wanted to treat me out to dinner as a gesture of her appreciation...I wrote my friend this letter in return because I wanted her to know that I expected nothing for doing that which I felt was only right within my heart...Out of respect for her and her privacy I will not repost her letter ...I will only repost my response....



Years ago a shy skinny kid walked into a class room full of strangers. His heart sank as he watced his mother slowly walk away. The other kids shunned him and soon there began to be whispers…Whispers of things they perceived not quite right about this precocious little boy…. Awful things, Ungodly things they said….things that would later manifest and cause ridicule and scars that would haunt and pain this hapless youngster for all the days of his life….But you Christine …you were different. Not once did you ever make me feel unusual….not once did you ever make me feel out of place. These were my earliest teachings of what it meant to have and to be a friend. I say this because I want you to know that it is my honor….No my Duty to adhere to that code erected so long ago. The things I did were the things any friend would do…and for that…no recompense is desired or expected. This is what it means to be a friend….Friend. :)

T'jai