Men Don't Listen and Wayne L. Misner 2020©
My Journey in Life has Made Me Many Friends ©
(By Wayne L. Misner www.MenDontListen.com, MenDontListen@aol.com)
My life canvas was blank without others around me. I had to learn from my early years how to entertain myself. I am an only child. I was raised by a divorced mom who worked most of the time. Many people start life’s journey by having those who surround them become their friends first. Friends come in many sizes, shapes, and ages. They may be human or animal friends. Yet they become a special friend. They also come in different emotional depths. I was jealous of those kids who had brothers and sisters to play or fight with. I saw them as each other’s friends.
As years passed by I would meet and play with many, but never had a best friend. I had many people at each stage in life; boys, girls, cousins, aunts, uncles, teachers, and team mates playing sports, fellow scouts, army buddies, and many more.
I look back and think maybe I didn’t need one best friend. All I needed was the memories of those many friends I have touched and those who have touched me over the years. It is said that friendship isn't a big thing - its a million little things. I still see their faces in my dreams and think, “Until we meet again”.
Friendships formed and faded as each page of my life was being written. School buddies, camping buddies, fishing buddies, gym partners, and a lot of working buddies. Losing friends who shared my smiles and my pain has caused holes in my heart.
Most of these friendships were formed during unplanned trips in life’s travel. We would touch each other for a moment in time and move on to the next chapter of life. As we took these different paths, no matter where we would go, we took a little of each other with us. Whoever thought I would look back at our laughter with tearful eyes.
Some of these friends would play with me, others shared their writings, some fought with me side by side, some cried with me, some I hugged, or kissed and others just shook my hand. I realize the happiness and pleasure that knowing them has brought to me. All of them I love with the fibers that hold my heart together. Most provide good memories, some bad.
Laughing, playing, and making love; all the words that fill the pages that make the story of my life complete.
I remember the deep emotional bond one shares with those who have touched my heart as well as those who have broken it into many pieces. These memories make me laugh, and feel warmth and yes shed a few I tears too.
Most people think of a friend as someone that travels with you in life’s entire journey and is a significant and constant part of your life. Others think of friends even as they move into and out of your life cycles quickly.
I think of friends as colored tiles. Each has touched my life and has made a mosaic master piece which is stored in my memory forever.
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