You may think your friends are pretty good since they helped clean your bathroom or donated a kidney or something.
But it's an empirical fact, my friends are the best friends in the world.
A few weeks ago, I posted about my ongoing quest to find someone to help me with the boys after school. Alex gets dropped off at the exact same time that Nathan needs to be picked up.
We had a gathering last weekend and one of my friends told me that he had a solution for me. At first I was skeptical since most of my friends live on the other side of town from me (making their local teenager recommendations a commuting pain). But he said he'd mentioned my situation to his mom and she was willing to volunteer to help out.
I was flabbergasted with gratitude. A woman whom I've only met a few times is willing to inconvenience herself to help me out because that's what our group does.
We've known each other for over twenty years now and we've seen the good, the bad and the ugly sides of all of us. And we still hang together and go the extra mile to help each other out. When Dave had cancer and was going stir-crazy trapped at home, our friends set up a rotating visitation schedule to keep him entertained.
I feel very privileged to know such a wonderful, caring group of people. And I know I couldn't manage my life without them.
Thank you all.