Wednesday, 11/18/09, Public Square

What makes a friend worthy of the name?

Not asking you to place the friendship before your principles.  A true friend won’t ask you to compromise your principles in the name of your friendship or anything else.  Ever.

A good influence.  A true friend inspires you to live up to your best potential, not to indulge your basest drives.

What do you bloggers think makes a friend?  History?  Common values?  Common interests?  Is it true you need to be the friend you want to have?  How important is friendship?



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10 responses to “Wednesday, 11/18/09, Public Square

  1. The best friends tend to be old friends. And you know you’re friends when it feels like you’re picking up in last time’s mid-conversation, even if it was years ago.

  2. lilacluvr

    One of my best friends is a Republican and a devout pro-life Catholic. As you all may know or not know, I am a person who has had less than satisfying experiences with organized religion.

    So, to imagine that one of my best friends is a devout Catholic might surprise a few people – and a Republican to boot!

    We just know not to discuss politics or religion to the point where either one of us goes away mad. She says her viewpoints and I say mine – and we leave it at that.

    But during my cancer journey, this friend was the one who was mailing me a card every week to lift my spirits. She was the one emailing me regularly with jokes and simple notes of encouragement. She was the one who stepped in to watch my grand-daughter on those days I felt too sick from my chemo treatments.

    That is friendship – when two people can overcome and overlook their distinct oppositional differences and look beyond their circumstances to be a true friend.

    True friends are those who know all about you – your goodness and your faults – and still want to be there when the rubber hits the road.

    Oh, my friend and I still have disagreements about politics and religion – but we always end with the agreement to disagree.

  3. Lilac,

    You said better than I can what I think makes a true friendship — “overlook their distinct oppositional differences and look beyond their circumstances to be a true friend.”

    Wouldn’t it be a less interesting world if we were all alike?!

    We also have to stop and wonder what those circumstances might be. What is going on in our friend’s life? What trials are they facing? What affect does it have on them today? Can we ‘be there’ until they may want to share?

  4. tosmarttobegop

    I would rather have someone close that does not always agree with me. Who challenges my opinion and thoughts. My best friend is totally a creationist, fundamental Christian and has always been since childhood.

    It did pay off during the whole Kansas I.D. bouts as he would send me information and web sites that supported Creationism. And it help to understand exactly the details of what they believed and the evidence they used to support their position. Must of which was nothing more then science did not have the answer to why something is the way it is. So it was God created it that way was the answer.

    It has also been entertaining to be around fundies in that for a group with little if any sense of humor.
    They can have some of the funniest things happen with them. Though they really do not enjoy my laughter!

  5. tosmarttobegop

    For some reason I was up by 4:30? Anyway I decided to work on the re-write of the only book length manuscript I have written. While looking for the file I found this, I had written it several years ago.
    And since I have not bored you all with a short in awhile, here is the wallet:


    Wallace sat down on the edge of the bed, he pull the wallet from his pants pocket. Then looked over the worn, leather of the keeper of a man’s life. Pictures of loved ones, driver’s license, business cards, receipts, and just old pieces of paper that meanings were long forgotten. And of course the money sometime thought of as the life of a man.

    Wallace unfolded the keeper and took stock of the money within, a hundred, a fifty, a twenty, a ten, a five and four ones. He took a single one dollar bill and placed it on the nightstand beside the bed. Letting out a sigh he lay down, took a deep breath and closed his eyes.


    The day was done, the time had come to go to bed and rest from the trials of life. Wallace had become a creature of habit, work, watch TV and go to sleep. Even the nightly ritual was the same, reach into the pants pocket, unfold the wallet, and count the money. A hundred, a fifty, a twenty, a ten, a five and three ones.
    He took a single dollar bill from the keeper and placed it on the nightstand beside the bed. letting out a sigh he lay down, took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Though the time past quickly these days, it seemed that his life had started to drag out into endless sameness. The only thing about his life that seems to be getting lighter was the keeper. He had gotten the wallet from his mother and father, he remembered that at the time he thought he had all the money in the world. To be spent in anyway he so desired and for years that was the case. He would spend the money he had gotten from his parents wastefully, as if there was no end to it all.

    In time, Wallace realized that in life, there is an end to the money no matter how much or little you are given. Now it was too easy to count the money remaining, at the end of each day. It meant that you had just spent a little of what you had left. If you waste it or spend it wisely it is gone forever, till your money has ran out.


    He was tired, these days he never seem to be able to get his breath and just the act of moving hurt.
    Wallace had retired at seventy years old, his wife and he had sold the home and moved into a senior citizen home. Though the daily routine of working was gone, there was one routine that had not changed.
    This night he felt he really need to lay down, he was ready for the day to end. he sat down on the edge of the bed. pulled his wallet from his pants pocket and unfolded the keeper. There was a single dollar bill within, he pulled it from his wallet and placed it on the nightstand beside the bed. letting out a long sigh.
    Wallace lay down and closed his eyes. His days were over and the rest had finally came.

    • lilacluvr

      I saw that today. This sounds good – and at least it is a start in the right direction.

    • Encouraging!

      I hope the Senate improves on the House bill… And then when it goes to reconciliation committee it gets even better.

      Medicare for all would work! 🙂

  6. A day late. One of my wife’s favorites….