Andrea Drzyzga

What Is a Real Friend?



Posted: Saturday, November 08, 2008

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What is a real friend? Let me start with the real reason that I am writing this story. I'm a women who has worked for years, now I own my own cottage business, I have grown children, my Dad of 91 years old lives with me and my husband, I LIVE the part of the "sandwich generation". I'm sure that I may write a short story about that!!

About a week ago I was taking my morning walk around my gardens and I slipped and fell. Well, I wish that it were that easy, but for the first time in 54 years, I broke a bone! Not only a bone, it was my right arm, the humorous bone. It's almost like my life stood still as I lay in the hospital, thinking my arm was going to fall off. One of my daughters was in the hospital with my husband, while another daughter was home holding down the fort, as they say, with my Dad. Other than my sisters and brother I had my own list of emergency contacts. The first and only one on the list is my dear soul-mate friend/sister, Mary. Now mind you Mary lives 2 hours from my house, now for those who live in the New York/ New Jersey area the drive could take hours depending on traffic. My friend Mary, with clothes packed, in the car and on her way before I was even settled down on which of 2 hospitals that the doctor was going to do the surgery. My daughter had to call her back while she was on her way to tell her where I was. Mary stayed with me for 2 days; she stopped her life, to be with her dearest friend in a time of need. Even though I had my family there for support, to have my dearest friend there to keep my spirits up was a blessing.

You never know what a real friend is, until that time that you need them. It's interesting how many of your "friends" will say to you "if there is anything that you need, let me know!" You know what, most of them will. You would be amazed of the ones who don't offer any type of help, or who never say those simple words, "if there is anything you need let me know". It's at that time when you start to question, why is this person my friend when she offers no help in a time of need. Then you start to wonder do they care about you, are they afraid that you might ask them to clean your house! Or even worse you begin to wonder why they are your friends in the first place. I don't want to even mention the hurt and other emotions that you feel when a friend doesn't reach out to help you.

When one of your friends are hurt or sick or just need a shoulder to cry on, just say those simple words "is there anything I can do". You don't have to stop you life and run to help. To me the most important part of a friendship, is knowing that someone cares about you and knowing that someone will be there for you.

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Top-level comments on this article: (3 total)
» left by Anonymous
3 years 79 days ago.
hi andrea
 
i know just what you mean. i have had the gift of needing my friends in the past two years, and they were all there for me, in their own ways. it was a Blessing and a Godsend. thanks for sharing your story, and i hope you continue writing,
 
welcome to searchwarp,
 
best regards,
 
sue thom
» left by Val Silver
3 years 78 days ago.
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Hi Andrea,
 
So true! Sometimes it's the people you hardly know that go the furthest out of their way for you. That has always amazed me. Val
» left by Michelle Mackin
3 years 77 days ago.
Excellent point Andrea,
 
I am always comforted when a good friend helps me out in a time of need. It is quite funny, I am peckin with one hand to respond to you article, because a week ago, I shattered my wrist and broke my hand. I guess I will have to implement the voice recognition on my computer...
 
Novertheless, I have had a few friends clean my kitchen, drive me around and call to check on me. What alessing from God they are. I don't like being in a full cast or asking for help, but I am learning.
 
God bless you always,
 
Michelle
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