Tuesday, June 08, 2010
"I've heard it said
That people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them
And we help them in return
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true
But I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you..."
From the song "For Good" from the musical, "Wicked"
I do know I believe that's true.
Been thinking so much lately about friends, and without exception, they've all changed me for good, and for good.
Eavesdropped today on two elderly women talking about hearing aides. "Well, Sue just had so many problems with hers, I don't know, I don't think I'll get one," said the one with a freshly coiffed grey bob.
"Oh, that's ridiculous," said the one with impossibly red hair. "What kind of problems? What do you mean problems? She's probably just not using it right! You know you have to get it in just the right place in your ear or it doesn't work."
"Oh, I don't know," said Grey Bob, "Maybe if I get to a place where I really need one, I'll do it."
"You ARE at that place," said Impossibly Red.
I instantly vowed to be Impossibly Red, and not Grey Bob someday. Maybe even starting tomorrow.
A tricky thing, though, honesty. Not much good unless it's coming from a place of love and requested. I've tried to force it down other's throats. I've tried it at the top of my lungs. I've tried it with righteous indignation. Doesn't work.
What is our sacred contract with each other, to hold space? To listen? To observe? Just to love? To call BS on? To declare, "You ARE at that place?" What's the role of a friend? Does it depend on the friend? Probably.
Consider yourself warned, however, if you ask me what I think, I'm likely to tell you.