Good morning! Sorry I missed yesterday. I was having a wonderful morning in the garden. I actually did some gardening. The weather was so nice I decided to move some plants and get my hands down and dirty. I wanted flowers where I could see them from my bedroom window. So I gather all my energy and moved the plants where I wanted them. I had to do some squatting (which I'm paying for today) to get the flowers in just the right location. They look very pretty this morning and with just a bit of care they should do well.
This morning while I watered my flowers I was thinking back to high school. I think high school its challenging enough as it is but when you have family problems and you feel responsible for your loved ones its really heavy duty. We were seven kids I was the oldest girl with the motherly syndrome. Bossy, do what I say not as I do bossy. I felt I needed to be an example but I was so screwed up myself I wasn't sure what to do. I met a girl in middle school. An american girl who sized me up and befriended me out of the goodness of her heart. I didn't know what to make of her. She was brutally honest, pretty and had a mouth on her, it some times scared me. I was shy but when she was around I could actually find words and believe me they weren't pretty words. We laughed a lot and I really think I got in trouble because of her. You know, I got to blame somebody. She brought the best and the worst out of me and if it hadn't been for her crazy sense of humor and view on life I wouldn't had made it through high school. We did not get to graduate from the same high school because of personal difficulties in our individual lives, but I will never forget the fun times I had with her. God has always blessed me with amazing friends. I don't have a lot of close friends but the ones I have are very special.
This girl had so many problems herself but somehow she put them aside when we were together and we had fun. My siblings often wonder where I dug up this "american" girl from. Let me explain the "american" label thing. When you are from a nother country and come here, you sort of, at the beginning, label everyone as american because, and this was my silly way of thinking. They are different and have some strange bad habits that you have to be careful not to get attached to. You know, you watch tv back in your country and those crazy americans do some some crazy stuff, we wouldn't be caught dead doing. How ignorant!
Anyway, I cannot go into details about some of the silly things we did (you know, I was youth sponsor for awhile there) but I just simply want to say thank you to my dearest friend, Lauren.
Anyway, do you remember back to a friend like that? Someone who was willing to do anything for you? I thank God for people like Lauren.
God bless all of you.
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