Hey, guys. If anyone's reading this...thank you. Maybe you don't have much to do with your time. Maybe your trapped in your own home. Maybe you miss your friends. Everyone's got something, and if you're listening, here's my story.
I am a very social person. I like to talk to people, sometimes a little too much. I make a lot of friends and enemies this way. I enjoyed going to school because I could see the people I love, and I had the chance to spread the gospel.
One day, two of my friends who were best friends weren't talking to each other. Long story short, they'd said things to each other that ended their friendship. It changed a lot for them, and for me. One of them had known a guy I knew since they both were little. He sided with her without question. I did everything I could to help them work it out, but nothing worked. I found it hard to be friends with them. A little while went by, and I still managed it. Then coronavirus hit and rocked my world. I didn't truly value my friendships until it happend. I figured if it had been hard on me, even though I got lucky, that other people had it worse. I texted a lot of my friends to check in on them, and over half of them had something they'd needed to talk about. This included those friends I was talking about. The two friends told me what had happened with them, and the other didn't respond. I could say he has good reason. I had perfectly good reason not to talk to him. He made it very hard to be his friend. We didn't part on good terms before social distancing. When that happened, I slowly put together what he did to my friend, and I was very angry for a very long time. Well, after a while, it got exhausting. I thought to myself, what would a kind friend do? What would God do? I said to myself, he would remain friends with him, despite his actions, and try to forgive him. So I did. I'm still struggling with it, among other things, but I'm moving forward. Comment your stories. Get it all out. I'm listening.