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*Friends in a Heartbeat
* I am very thankful for all my friends that I have. As a kid growing up, I never really had any friends what so ever. Seriously I used to sit alone in my room as a kid playing with Lego's and singing to the radio by myself.
sweatdrop I also wasnt very social or didn't really know how to interact with people that well. As highschool started to come to an end I did in fact acquire one of my best friends that I still have to this day, but that is another story.
One of the other friends that I acquired over the years goes by the nickname of Trip. Long story short, a couple years ago Trip an I were living together an I got a call. It was my dad, now normally a call from my dad is a wonderful thing since my parents have been divorced since I was 3(I'm 28 now), and the catch up calls we have are the best calls I appreciate to the fullest. This call however was about my Great Grandfather Larue. I had many memories going to random places, him putting up with my favorite restaurants just to spend time with me. He was a wonderful man, who ran the Horse shows at the Missouri state fair in Sedalia Missouri. I even still have some of the pictures of me as a kid riding in the back of one of the carriages the show horses were pulling to give out the placed winners. But back to the call, my dad told me with a long sigh that my grandfather had passed, and his funeral would be the following weekend. Now mind you I am in Kentucky and my Dad's side of the family lives in Missouri. I was already in tears before my dad had even finished the sentence. I went on to tell my father that I didnt know if I would be able to make it due to not really having my own stable form of transportation. We had our moment, which honestly is a blur due to the emotions running through me, and the call ended.
Trip, being the observant friend he is, noticed that my tone had deepened to almost silence. He continued by asking what was wrong, an I obliged with my reply of the news between sniffles trying to hold back the waterfalls. He continued to ask when the funeral was. I told him it was this weekend and that I felt horrible that I didn't have any sort of way to go, nor the money to even get a bus ticket. Trip stood up as if a hero arriving at a scene from a comic book and told me to pack my things, because we were going. Flat out, no ifs, ands, or buts about it. I was in shock because no one had ever offered something so precious as to spend money on gas and time for me to visit with my family and mourn the loss of our loved one. I quickly got my things together, and called my dad and let him know the news, as he was happy to let us stay at his house for the weekend. Needless to say we made the trip(no pun intended), it was a wonderful thing to see my family, even with the circumstances. My dad who had only heard stories of Trip, gave him a big hug when we arrived thanking him for the kindness and friendship he shared with me.
To this day, Trip still remains one of my best friends. An I am very thankful to have him in my life. This year for his birthday, because he is such a big fan of Marvel vs Capcom, I got Stan Lee to sign his copy of the game. But in my heart I know it isn't even a spec compared to the friendship he has shown me. And that's just one of the reasons why I am thankful for my friends. They're my everything.
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EDIT: Thought I'd add a photo of me and my 2 two best friends
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