Friendship is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words. – George Eliot
How does a friendship
start? Do you remember meeting the people who are now your closest friends? I
almost always do, because those people play such a vital role in my life.
I met my oldest friend
on the school playground, in third grade. She approached me because her mother
had advised her to “look for someone who’s alone” to make new friends. I was
indeed alone- very alone, in fact, since I’d just moved cross-country, didn’t
know a soul, and was facing long, solitary days ahead. We’ve lived thousands of
miles apart for many more years than we were ever close together, but even when
I’ve been lonely, this lifelong friendship has meant I’ve never been alone.
(Undying thanks for that super-timely advice, friend’s mom.)
I connected with another friend due to her son’s thoughtful act; he spoke to my son, a stranger, at the park (Is there a playground theme happening here?), providing words of encouragement that made him feel better in a moment of sadness. When my son told me what had happened, I had to express my appreciation for his kindness- and that conversation served as the beginning of one of my most precious friendships.
I could go on- I find there’s something memorable about how all my close friendships began. (Sometimes, it’s not the first meeting, but a moment when a casual acquaintance clicked over into true friendship.)
What sets these two
particular friendships apart is that I have the benefit of being able to
actually look at a history of communications with both of them, and it’s very