Price of Friendship
I expect a lot from my friends, and I hope they can expect a lot from me too. I want to be the person called for a ride to the airport during traffic, and I want to go. I want to be willing to use a vacation day just to spend time with a friend. I want to be the guy that people go to when they need things, not because I want to be some sort of hero, but because that’s what friends do for each other.
My dad has friends that he has known since high school. I remember having a strange conversation on the way home from work one day and asked him, “If _______ called you in the middle of the night and said to grab a shovel and take a ride to the desert because he needed your help burying a body, would you do it?” He told me very frankly, “Assuming it was some sort of accident, yes I would.”
Although that sounds completely creepy, that is the friend I want to be, ready for even the most difficult situations. It starts with the little things though. Until I get the phone call in the middle of the night, I’ll try to stick with the little things.


January 29th, 2007 at 5:02 pm
Oh really?!? in that case, I need to have some stuff buried… it wasn’t an accident, but they had it coming
January 29th, 2007 at 6:53 pm
When you need to bury something, call Tim first.