Thanks for a New Friend

From an old man’s perspective, I never expected to have a “new” friend.  The opportunities to meet someone new becomes limited. The routines of daily life are mired, preventing opportunities to meet someone new, far less, someone who would become a friend. 

I have always treasured Joan’s Haiti friends. These women automatically became special because Joan loved them. My relationship with them was limited to their staying at our house the night before their air flight to Haiti. Clearly, they were friends.  In a sense, you had to be “special” if you voluntarily wanted to spend time in Haiti to provide care to Haitian children.  I treasured Joan’s friends.

I was always more than satisfied with having Joan as my friend. I always amazed how my personal needs were more than satisfied by Joan.

But, now I have a new friend. Joan invited one of her Haiti friends and her husband to spend time with us while we were in Florida.  To my delight, and surprise, her husband easily became my new friend.  We talked easily about many, many subjects and, most interestingly, he and I shared common values. And, even more interestingly, he taught many things that I did not know.

So, here I am approaching my 82nd birthday with the big gift of a new friend.

What a gift!