Few things give me more pleasure than hearing an old friend’s voice after we’ve been separated for too long.
Tonight I had a chance to talk with an old friend that I hadn’t spoken to in a while. I was ecstatic to connect with him again, since even though I had called him more than once, I hadn’t been able to leave him a message. He had called me before too, and he had left a message expressing his sympathy about my recent loss of my ex-wife to cancer, but I hadn’t been able to connect with him directly yet. Tonight we succeeded.
Though it had been only a couple of months since we had spoken, it was obvious to us both how much we enjoyed and missed talking with each other.
A lot of music is sweet, but there are few refrains sweeter than hearing an old friend say “hello” again after too long an absence.
A young friend of mine in Las Vegas asked me to pray for him today.
He and those he loves are going through an ordeal they shouldn’t have to face, with a young woman who is waging a mighty battle against cancer, a formidable opponent, as my own recent experience has shown me. The stresses on everyone concerned are immense. Even though he acknowledged he knew that I didn’t believe in God, he asked me to pray for him.
By IM, I told my him this:
If prayer is holding nothing but the most positive possible thoughts in your mind and harboring only the fondest wishes for someone in your heart, then you can be assured that I am praying for you with all of my heart.
It is a pain to see a loved one suffer. Whatever your definition of prayer or your doctrinal beliefs about it, please find it in your heart to make a little room for these friends of mine. Their names don’t matter. Caring about them does, and thinking of their plight will benefit you. The world can never be filled with too much good will and empathy.
My friends, and you know who you are, all of Las Vegas sends you its most positive thoughts and its fondest hopes for the best possible outcome for you all. And I from my remote perch just far enough over the horizon to see things perfectly clearly (some might even say MyOpticly), I send you my love too.
The Author