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True Friendship is a wonderful gift

Posted May 5, 2009 02:15 AM
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One of my dearest friends recently moved from Miami to Breckenridge,Colorado.
We do keep in touch.The kids miss their friends,so
she brings them back whenever they have a few days off.
They were here a few weeks back,during springbreak, but life kept getting in the way and we couldn't get together
Finally we decided to go for coffee on Sunday, they were going back on Monday.
Never heard from her, but I know,that when you have kids, your life can change at the spur of the moment.
So I figured, she would call when she was back home.
Monday morning I was busy cleaning ,when I heard the doorbell .First I thought that I had made an appointment with a client and forgot about it. Anyway I went to open the door and there was my friend Rose,with a cup of "cafe con leche" , a special cuban coffee and milk,that she knows I love.
She said: "even though we couldn't get together I am bringing you the coffee and to see you even if it is just for a minute,because we are on the way to the airport".
I was really touched by her action.She could have easily called when she reached home.

Friendship is like a beautiful plant.It has to be cared for,nurtured,watered, fertilized.Not every day ,but enough to keep it healthy and looking beautiful.
This meant more to me,than having spent an hour or so with her. True friends are wonderful gifts and need to be appreciated Friendship is a two-way street.
This was a real" Simple Pleasures" moment for me.
In that one minute or two she stopped by,
she really showed me,that I am important enough for her to leave earlier to get the "cafe con leche" and drop by my house to see me.

What "small" action can you do today to show a
friend that you value her friendship and that she means a lot to you?
4 Comments
Dear Beatrix,

My best friend lives in Chicago. I moved to Minnesota years ago. We had lost touch with each other due to circumstances but I have come to find out that we both never stopped looking for each other. When I joined BraveHeart Women and starting pursuing my passion.....things would come up when you googled me....we were reunited 2 years ago....we do not see each other much but it was like we were never apart INSTANTLY. We talk all of the time on the phone. I love her dearly. I was moved by this story and the cute picture. Thank you for always making us smile and giving such inspiration to us here.

Much Love,
Debra
Honor Your Truth
Hello Beatrix;

Your story was such a treasure of memories of my old friends. We have moved, some of them have moved and some, I even thought that I lost contact with. I have been down ... (fractured back) and a friend of 30 plus years came and spent the week with me (from out of state) so that I would not be alone. My husband works out of town and she was such a blessing to have here.
Next week, I will have surgery done and another friend is coming for a few days.
Gosh - what would we do without "A FRIEND". They sure make our hearts glow.
I know you are also that kind of friend to your friends and to BraveHeart :-x.
Bless you,
Linda
Dear Beatrix,

this story moved me, because it has been a long time, since a friend passed spontaneously by my house...
It's just not in the Chinese culture to pass by or call to say hi.
I am missing that part of the western culture a lot...:-x
You are lucky to have that, it's a precious gift.

I am still very lucky to have many virtual friends-my computer is like my house door, full of surprises when I open it.
I appreciate that a lot.

My small action is to write everyday one email or skype to a friend and to be an "inspiration in action" for them.

Much love.

Grazyna
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P.S. Anybody would like to drop by for a cup of coffee? It's just 17 hours flight from USA, not sure about Canada. I make great cakes! ;)
Unity and Friendship = Peace:-x Necessary pleasure of Life.

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