I got word mid last week that my best girlie in the world is leaving…leaving. And not the ‘I’m going on vacation, I’ll have a midori sour for you’, it’s the ‘I’m bound for Michigan in 5 days and will be there a year’ ?!
I’m so happy for her. I talked with her on Friday night. She sounds so hyped to go. I’m so going to miss that chicka. I will have to celebrate our collective birthdays over the phone or something. Iffin we can get ahold of each other. Fun lil fact: She’s like hours older than I am. I was born on the 12th of September in the wee hours, she was born on the 11th, obviously in the late hours. It was sooo weird when we found that out about each other. And it’s funny; we talk to each other once a month,[when we’re being really good], but the point really is that no matter how long it’s been, we pick up right where were left off. You know that’s friendship when something like that happens.
I have a lot of admiration and respect for her. Not many people will talk about their faith and not back down because there could be a possibility of being looked down on. She’s Catholic, but I find her so incredibly spiritual. Myself I’m a Christian, belonging to no denomination. We have differing views, but what I cherish about her is her willingness to listen and see, or try damned hard to see why it is that you believe the way you do. She’ll offer up her beliefs, and is willing to talk about why she believes in them. But what she won’t do is try to impress her beliefs upon you. She respects you. I don’t think I quite get over the fact that we hold opposite views on things, yet we can hold a discussion that is intellectual over it without ever a snide remark being made. Course, we do jest from time to time, utilizing the stereotypes for a good laugh.
She decided to volunteer for a year. If nothing else I say about her, that fact should tell you something about this laday. She’s going to work for a soup kitchen/after school program in Detroit. I’ve never ceased to be amazed, because I could not see myself getting like 80 bucks a week. I don’t think I could give myself over totally to such humbling circumstances. I lack her passion for it. I lack her passion for God and directing it to help others. This girl has spent the past 3 years almost working with challenged children as a caretaker. If only just to give them someone to play with for a couple of hours a day a couple times a week. She worked another job on top of that.
Before graduation she relayed to me her fears about post-grad. What was she going to do? She felt pulled between what she thought she ought to do and what she thought she liked to do. Work full-time, careerish [like what I do now] or go volunteer. In the end, she chose to volunteer her time to kids and to helping them. Some people look and me and say ‘wow, she’s incredible.’ I say you haven’t met my friend
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