Friendship

Author's note- I read a secret for two a few days ago, and it reminded me of how important friendship is  in day to day life.

Friendship.  It is one of those things that always sounds easier than it really is,  it is like a crutch when you've broken a leg, medicine for the ill, a light in a world of darkness.  To a blind person, friendship is the only thing that lets them see, the only thing that keeps them safe in the world.   A human deformity could be seen as a positive thing or negative, an advancement  in life or a pain, and whether a change for better or worse it gives us a chance to lean on people that we might have never been able trust before.   Those people can change our lives, giving you a life that you never thought you could get.  In this short story, a secret for two, the horse is not only a best friend but a stable life as well.  The blind man would be forever blind, but given a chance to see, he can see better than anyone else.  He can see the joy in the simple things like milk and horses, feel the light of a new day as a gift, not just another chance to give in.  Friendship is the eyes to a blind man and a stable ground when your legs feel like jelly.

Plenty often my friends have made me realize how hard life would be like without them, to be seemingly alone on the earth.  They taught me that in order to have a friend, you need to be one, being a friend is a very underestimated task.  Speaking of which reminds me of a story.

I was, back then, just a small psychotic second grader.  The wind was blowing hard, and it was cold out.  I, being, not so very smart, was sitting underneath the playground in my short sleeved shirt trying to conserve body heat.    I was supposed to be out running around, like my friends,  but the coldness of that fall day was enough to curl up into a ball and wish yourself to a happy place.  All of a sudden I wasn't alone anymore, my friend was now curled up next to me in her, oh so appealing, winter coat.  What was she doing here? Why wasn't she out with the other girls? I asked so and she answered,

"I thought you might have been cold." So we stayed close, sharing her small coat, together forever.

I'll never forget that day because, like the horse, she was my best friend.  She cared about me, not her coat keeping me from freezing, but the warmth in her heart.  As long as friendship is involved I will never fall.  Joseph was a friend, even as a horse, to someone who needed him.  Pierre was a friend to Joseph when he needed it.  That is a forever friendship, when one is gone the other one must leave as well.