A true friend … | The odd ramblings of a mind that does not quite fit
I lost a friend the other day. I thought we were close. It got me thinking about what friendship really means. I was wondering if I was the problem, or maybe I just didn't really understand what friendship means. I was so deep in thought about this question that I did not watch where I was going, and found myself bumping into someone and knocking him over. Immediately remorseful, I helped the gentleman up. It turned out that he was my Friendly Neighborhood Wise Man. When I apologized for not paying attention to where I am going and made sure he was not hurt, he answered, "It is ok my friend no harm done." It dawned on me that he could probably answer my question again. So I said, "Wise one, what does friendship actually mean?" He smiled his worldly and enigmatic smile, and his eyes twinkled as he thought for a second. "I once saw a Palestinian man who helped an Israeli walk when he had a sprained ankle. I knew a Republican and a Democrat who always argued, yet when the Democrat