Because my friend forgot to pick me up at the airport yesterday, I needed to call Greg to get a ride home. Because he didn't know in advance, Greg needed to bring his son with him. Because they drove me home, his son played in the yard. Because he played there, Greg's son hugged me good-bye. Because this all happened I'm in deeper than I planned to be.
December has seen a rash of friends who flake out and Greg who comes through. At the end of the day he is the one who sticks with me. Is it possible to collect so much gratitude that one day you could trade it in for love?
Wild at Heart talks about men being made to come through. It's what they do well. If men are made to come through for you, what are women made for? I'm guessing to be supportive, but that sounds a lot less heroic.
3 comments:
I really LIKE the idea of men being made to come through. Sorry you were stranded at the airport, though. Go, Greg! And thank God for heroic men, not heroic women. :)
ah, so you have been reading it...
I'm so happy I didn't flake on you at CC! Do you suppose G would have flown out to meet you over decaf? ;)
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