| 8/17/2005 |
YOU'VE GOT A FRIEND by Carole King (Con't)
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A good friend of mine from high school sent me the anecdote (below this post). Maybe it's just the mood I'm in, but it really struck a chord with me that I want to share.
While the story about the man and his dog at the Pearly Gates could probably be subbed with any number of Chicken Soup-esque tales. The overall point being that even though someone may not have much to say at the time or may not have the time to write much, you were still thought of.
Right after I graduated college and moved to Omaha there were several people that would forward jokes to me. I would write to them every so often, but all I ever got in return was an email that had at least two FWD in the subject. When I lost all my email address in a computer snafu and had to re-enter them into my address book I didn't include his email. I felt it was a friend I once had that we'd both moved on. People change.
I feel bad about it. I do! I say that my friends are like my family. There are some friends that know more about me than my family does. So for me to say that I'm not emailing a friend anymore because they never email me. That's a harsh thing to do. I've only had it happen once. Once was too much.
So this email stuck with me. Yeah. It may not be the long winded overly detailed email that I was hoping for. I was at least thought of enough to be included. As our lives change so does our 'free time'. I'm just glad that I am still on these people's email address lists.
Now, go hug your damn kids... |
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I posted this @ 8/17/2005 08:57:00 AM.............Need a link?..........
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