I am thankful for my friends. There are those that have know me FOREVER…and know how to keep things in the vault so to speak. (Suzanne, that’s you, ya know!) Dear friends from USC whose friendships I treasure to this day. Former roommates, classmates, and sorority sisters (ΑΔΠ). Church friends (including the awesome staff), Oakbrook friends, law school “survivors.” Seriously, you would call it that too after 3 years followed by a 3 day Bar exam!. Fellow orchestra geeks (like band geeks only more snooty). The Muskies– aka my adoptive brother and sister–love you guys. Recent friends I have made via Facebook and Twitter. And of course my Disney buddies (especially the Pink Ladies, who supported each other through 2 years of Moms Panel applications-and aren’t giving up on the dream.) My life is richer from knowing each of you.
One of my favorite shows was The West Wing. I didn’t always agree with its politics, but I loved the storytelling. Leo and Josh both work for the Bartlett White House, so they are colleagues but also friends. Josh is struggling with post traumatic stress from a shooting attempt. So Leo tells him this story that sums up friendship:
“This guy’s walking down the street when he falls in a hole. The walls are so steep he can’t get out. A doctor passes by and the guy shouts up, ‘Hey you. Can you help me out?’ The doctor writes a prescription, throws it down in the hole and moves on. Then a priest comes along and the guy shouts up, ‘Father, I’m down in this hole can you help me out?’ The priest writes out a prayer, throws it down in the hole and moves on. Then a friend walks by, ‘Hey, Joe, it’s me can you help me out?’ And the friend jumps in the hole. Our guy says, ‘Are you stupid? Now we’re both down here.’ The friend says, ‘Yeah, but I’ve been down here before and I know the way out.'”
Thanks for being my “jump in the hole” friends.