Day 21 – (scenario) My Best Friend Is In A Car Accident And We Got Into A Fight An Hour Before. What Do I Do?

She’s spent thousands of hours on the phone, listening to me cry, doing her best to make me laugh (and succeeding), and talking be back from that figurative ledge. She’s heard all my dumb stories, celebrated all of my successes, and seen me through my failures.

She was the first call I made 10 minutes after my son was born, the moment I passed my Series 6 exam, and the night my home was destroyed in a fire. She’s opened her heart, shared her life, and made what was hers mine. She is my best friend.

If a fight were to occur and then a horrible accident happen, there is nothing on this earth that could stop me from being by her side. The argument would evaporate & be gone. Disagreements become trivial in moments like this and you realize what really is important – and who is important – in your life.

It’s all about relationships. That’s what really matters. That’s all that matters. A missunderstanding or feelings that may have been hurt? Those things become meaningless in a flash as you are able to focus with laser-like intensity on what counts. The knot that grows in my throat when I think of some horrible fate falling on my children is the same knot that forms when I think of my BFF being met with a similar fate. It becomes unthinkable.

We’ve gotten through so many trials before and knowing how life goes, we’ll face more of them. But we’ll face them together – no matter what.

Love you Chica.

A Question For The Masses

Have you ever seen someone from across a large, cavernous, echo-inducing lobby and think to yourself, “oh look! It’s so-and-so, I should get their attention and wave because they’re pretty cool and I want to say hi,” then take a few steps forward and within sheer milliseconds of making a fool of yourself waving largely at them, realize that it’s not who you thought it was, but in fact is someone that, while you know them, you really don’t like them in the least little bit and mistook them for the pretty cool people, decide not to wave largely at them but instead do a 180 on your left (wobbly) heel to get the heck out of there and then trip on said wobbly heel, only to make a complete idiot out of yourself for drawing so much attention to your less than graceful pirouette, then hide for the next 20 minutes in the ladies room texting your BFF while sitting on the toilet???

You haven’t?

Umm… Me either.