Friends for the Journey 

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A time of peril.

A crash and scream of metal, glass

A time of near death, death's wings so close the cold wind brushed my face.

Then a slow awakening, light hurting, pain stabbing, 

Loneliness.

A hospital bed. I.C.U. San Diego. A continent away from home.Midsummer. Everyone away.Loneliness.A strange loud jangling. I jump in fear. What? Oh-- the phone.Hard to reach. Hurts. "Hello?"It is Luci.  Home from abroad. Home in San Francisco."Madeleine, do you want me to come?"And then, even before I have timeto give the mandatory, polite, negative answer "Madeleine, I'm coming."Friendship.Yes. Oh, yes.

From Friends for the Journey by Madeleine L'Engle

When I was a child, my mother said to me, "Mary Ann, when you grow-up, if you are lucky, you will be able to count your real friends on one hand."   At the time, with a life filled with childhood friends, I did not understand those wise words.  Today, I do.

Of all my childhood friends, there is one who has been with me through life's joys and life's sorrows.   "Mary Ann, I'm coming."   And, indeed, she has been there.  

You see, our's is a most unusual friendship.  For we can go months, and sometimes years, without seeing one another, and then when we do, it is as if we have never been apart.  My dear friend is a great blessing in my life.  
Today, I hold her close in my heart.  
Friendship.  Yes. Oh, yes.  May we never lose awareness of the Great Gift of a True Friend.

Blessed Be!

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