Over the years I have learned that friendship is one of the most beautiful things in life, without friends life would be dull and sad.
When you have happy moments in your life you want to live them with my friends.
When you are unhappy, just to be able to have someone to listen, who helps you sort it out - what can be better than that?
Being a friend for someone who is having a difficult time, to lend them courage, is a great blessing. That courage is repaid many times over.
Life wouldn’t have the same meaning without friends.
Trying to understand each other is very important in friendships. The gift of learning from each other is the best gift life can give us.
Of course, it is very fortunate if you have friends that have the same ideals, but even if you find people who think differently from you, you will learn from them too.
This requires not being hasty to jump to judgement. Take your time and learn what it is and how it is people think. Why does this matter to them? Should it matter to me? These are questions I ask myself and then try to answer.
If you are young you can learn from older people, if you are old you can learn from younger people.
Friends should be a stew for learning, different ingredients and different tastes but all together a rich experience.
“Stranger than fiction” comes to mind when I think of my dear friend Merryl. About 51 years ago my family (husband and 2 daughters) moved into a small apartment in Johannesburg. It was very comfortable and had an imitation fireplace with built in cupboards on either side. On opening one of the cupboards I found a Scrabble game in excellent condition. This game remained with me through all our moves and finally came with us to Canada, 21 years after being found.
After we were in Calgary for about a year, wee were invited for Sunday tea by a friend and there met Merryl and her family who had newly arrived from Johannesburg. Of course the conversation immediately was “Where did you life in Joburg?” “Did you know so and so?”
It turned out that my husband and I had rented the apartment when Merryl had vacated it and accidentally forgot her scrabble game which I, of course, with much laughter, refused to return to her. We have since enjoyed a wonderful friendship and are convinced of the magical properties of our scrabble board, a game we play often.