“Some come and leave, fulfilling a single purpose; others, for a time or a season to teach us by sharing their experiences; and last, a select few who participate forever with relationships that endure through eternity.”
~ Jaren L. Davis
Girlfriends are the women who you can always depend on, whether you call them to share exciting news, have a shoulder to cry on, or just to hang out. Your girlfriends are always there for you no matter what.
Growing up I was a bit of a tomboy. I dressed, acted and played like the boys, and because of this I didn’t have many girlfriends. When I was in the second grade I started to dress a little more girly (mainly because my mother wouldn’t let me out of the house wearing a t-shirt and baggy jeans). That year we had a star student of the week. Every week the teacher would select a student to bring in show and tell items and the other students would comment in a book for the star student. I remember a girl wearing a pretty dress her mother made with a doll wearing the same outfit. I complimented the girl and left my number so we could have a play date – she never called me.
In my junior year of high school I met a girl named Beth; she had electric blue eyes and a smile that could melt anyone’s heart. One day we started chatting and I knew we would become best friends. We hung out almost every day after school; we discovered we had the same second grade class. We went digging find photos, but Beth found something better, her star student book. There it was – my name – Beth was the girl in the dress. We have become so close over the years I consider her be my sister. Even our parents see each of us as their other child.
Graduation day came and we went our separate ways. I was going away to college and she was staying home. We still stayed in contact but I missed her more than anything. A year later I decided to attend school near my home. During this time Beth’s mother was battling cancer. She had become very sick, and Beth worked part time, went to school full time, and also took care of her mother. I knew this was going to be one of the hardest times in her life. I was there by her side the entire time. Sadly, Beth’s mother lost her fight with cancer. Beth’s world was shattered and so was my heart. I could not imagine what it was like to be in her shoes, the only thing I could do was offer her support. Last year Beth decided to move to Connecticut for school. I do not see her as much as before, but we still stay in contact. I know one day soon we will be reunited.
She is my best friend, my sister, my family, and she has inspired me to live my life with courage every day too.
WHERE DOES YOUR COURAGE COME FROM?