Friendship, a wonderful thing to share.
26 days I shall turn 60.
Sixty years of various “friendship” encounters.
Some great, some fake, (well, many ‘fake’), some loving and a few ‘treasured’.
Fake friends are part of daily social rituals.
They teach us the nature of beasts. The moral and immoral attitudes of everyday people.
The ‘pleasant‘ friendship with the proprietor of the local neighborhood corner store is an excellent example of one type of friend.
The ‘loving’ friendship is pleasant, but painful.
Few of us ‘live happier ever after’ with our first loves. The ‘childhood’ sweetheart.
Many my age were robbed of obtaining ‘lifelong’ friends.
This due to the changing of times during the fifties and, definitely, the sixties.
A time of Nomadic exploration that often led to resettlement far from native homes.
I have a mere handful of friends from my youth.
Separated by over forty years of absence from my hometown of Saint John, New Brunswick.
Now, but acquantices via social media sites. The world with no borders.
I would estimate I have at least two hundred, likely more, ‘acquaintances‘ in my present neighborhood.
This due to my very social demeanor and willingness to speak and share conversation with people.
Out of that large group, I have the Blessing of knowing and labelling five as my ‘close’ and ‘dear‘ friends.
The person or persons you know you can discuss ANY topic with.
Hold these people dearly and true to your heart. They are a gift straight from your own personal Jesus.
My ex-wife Blessed me with three sons.
The eldest being 37, the second is 26 and the baby is now 14.
The two older boys suffered by our constantly moving around the city. They were unfortunately bounced from school to various schools.
Robbing them of forming lifelong bonds with their schoolmates.
Our youngest has attended the same school from kindergarten to his graduation from grade eight at last year’s end.
Forming lifelong bonds with many of his peers.
This past week he began his journey into high school, accompanied by many of the above mentioned mates.
Blessed with taking life strides accompanied by his peers.
My oldest lay victim to having teenage parents who were ‘winging it’ through parenting via trial and errors.
Many relocations with many chaotic times.
Our twenty six year old had it the most difficult.
Plagued with a school system that could not nor would not deal with his 142 IQ at the age of six.
A life of Hell and mismanagement.
Numerous psychological evaluations.
More school programs and institutions then I care to count.
Leaving him scarred and barren of childhood friends. No long term bonds at all.
The youngest son will definitely succeed in life.
He knows ‘stability’ and ‘structure’. The pillars of a proper stance in today’s society.
Blessed knowing that many decades from now he shall still call the same faces “friend“.
A statement that says so much.
I leave you now, till next time you come “WALK WITH DANN”.
UNTIL THEN, I REMAIN, DANN – JUST AS I AM.