My special friend
|By PAM FIECKE|
Being a columnist with the Herald Journal for several years, I have become accustomed to a routine, or more so, a trail to their front door.
Upon entering, I was always greeted and welcomed with a smile, in a most loving way, every time, by Sue Dressel, their former receptionist.
Many times, I needed a posted note pad, something copied, or my folder to add more articles, or to make a correction before the deadline.
She enthusiastically went running for me with a team effort that met that need respectfully. She was always aiding, directing, and up lifting someone along their way in a most professional way. This I considered a gift from God.
This is also one of the elements writers look for and how inspirational stories become a reality.
It’s people like Sue, who continually shower human beings with politeness, respect and understanding which add a moment of inspiration into everyone’s day.
When Sue announced to me that she was going to be leaving the Herald Journal to pursue another position elsewhere, my ears couldn’t believe what she was telling me. My heart went to ground level as she stood with a smile and excited look on her face.
I was at a loss for words, as we had a wonderful friendship within the Herald Journal office.
A few days went by and I kept thinking about what I could get for her as a going away gift.
Then, I decided I wanted to write a story about friendship, and Sue would be a part of the story I would be sharing with my readers.
I respectfully confronted Sue about what I was going to do for part of her going away gift. True friends have mutual respect for one another, and really care about each other’s feelings and dreams. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever imagine herself being put into story form.
I told her I hadn’t written a story on friendship and that she proved to be my best candidate for that day.
Again, her beautiful smile came into play, tears were ready to land, she extended her arms around me, and we embraced each other with a hug of friendship.
The story would be titled, “My Special Friend.”
Love finds its way in an utmost valuable way, touching the heart for a lifetime, if given its own personal time. It leaves an amazing heart-print that no one can invent or no dollar amount can purchase.
As hard as it was, as a friend, I could only support the choice she made and be happy for her next journey in life.
We shared sad times along with the good times. We shared stories of nourishing one another’s dreams, hopes, and decisions along the path we were on.
Along our friendship journey, there was one amazing thing I did not find, and that was deceitfulness-dishonesty, or laughing in one’s face when adversity was at hand.
We found, after time, that we were telling each other the deepest details of our lives.
The word “friend” is a word so small, yet so large in feeling. A word filled with emotion, a word overflowing with love and trust.
It’s a spiritual inspiration that comes over you, when you discover that someone else shares your dreams and ambitions in life. That specific friendship will bring you joy, not misery.
We always managed to find a giggle or hardy laugh within our conversations. Especially when I brought in some of my first-attempt homemade caramels that I learning how to make.
Regardless, we enjoyed each other’s company.
If you think about it, if we didn’t have friends, we undoubtedly would experience an ocean of loneliness that would invade our soul.
In reality, friendship is somewhat like art. it has no survival value, rather, it is one of those things that give value to survival.
To be capable of steady friendship or lasting love are the two greatest proofs, not only of goodness of the heart, but strength of the mind. Good friends are good for health. Kind hearts are the garden. Kind thoughts are the roots. Kind words are the blossoms. Kind deeds are the fruits. Who finds a faithful friend, finds a treasure.
Most people want to be worthy of a place within a friendship, and being admitted into that sacred circle.
Some even pledge to never prove to be unfaithful to the trust they place within each other. A friend is what the heart needs at all times.
It’s a beautiful thing to feel that our friends are God’s gifts to us. A gift is not found in a store, nor under a tree, but in the hearts of true friends.
I was always taught, “the best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.”
Thinking of it has made me understand why we love and are loved. Friendship should be considered a sacred, holy thing.
Some friends become our companions on our journey in life’s obstacle course. They bond to aid in our ups, and downs, and twists and turns in our everyday life. They help us to perservere, on the road to a happier life.
I feel Sue demonstrated and out-pouring of valuable traits and left behind wonderful memories as she joyfully served others. Most importantly, she not only knew what it meant to be a friend, she lived and demonstrated the word, friend, and in no time at all, she became my special friend.