I know a lot of people and I’m unsure how many are my friend. I’ve lived a lot of life and have had my fair share of ups and downs. I’ve been at the top and I’ve been at the bottom, gained and lost a few folks along the way. I used to not talk about me much nor lean on anyone really, and it cost me. I became more transparent and real as a result, perhaps even more friendly. Having been broken will do that. Wanting to share blessings will too.
So over this past year I got to know someone, someone unexpected. I wasn’t looking for a friend but I was looking for something. I was honest with them, real… and sometimes it wasn’t pretty. Sometimes they would comfort me and tell me they understood, and just sit with me. Sometimes they would tell me that’s enough… get up Rusty and become more than you are. Sometimes they would say see how beautiful this is or that is. Day after day there they were, doing one or the other.
It saved me, it blessed me, it changed me. They did… they became my best friend and I never saw it coming. Crazy how life is…
Here’s a picture of them and after all this time, I’m grateful to call him friend.
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