Points2Ponder

"There's the Last time I did something for the First time!"

                             Points2Ponder

                                                                   By Alan P. Scaglone

 Wonder why you’re looking at a light fixture on a ceiling?

I’ll tell you why—
That’s the last time I did something for the first time!
And it was this past weekend!
I have never put up a light fixture before—I was always too “scared” of electricity!
But… with my partner in crime best friend Kay—my sister-in-law—who has always been there for me—we put that thing up!
I did the work, and she did the supervising—and it worked out just fine!
She has been my best friend for life since… she stopped by my sheet made impromptu tent back in 1971!
I was eleven—I will never reveal how old she was—she’d kill me!
She was dating my middle brother Paul—they went to school together.
And she saw me in my tent, in the corner of the front yard, with the sheets stretched out over the lawn chairs to create the ambiance of a tent—in the FRONT YARD!
She knocked on the sheet door- I remember saying “WHO IS IT?” like I couldn’t see through the sheet wall of my tent.
She said, “This is Kay, Paul’s girlfriend. Whatcha doin’? Can I come in?”
My tent had been up, in the same corner of the front yard, for days—it was a summer day, with no rain, so… it could just stay up day after day.
This was the first time anyone noticed me in my tent, protesting the wrongs of my life—making a statement that no one was listening to!
But… this girl was knocking at my sheet door!
 

Points2Ponder  Where did you meet your lifelong best friend? Can you remember how you met? Why have you stayed friends all this time?

She sat down, in my makeshift sheet tent and she asked me why I was so angry—I would find out later that Kay always went straight for the question no one would ask.

I looked at her, all eleven years of me and said, “I am angry because I am adopted—they are not my family but… they won’t tell me who is—I don’t a thing like any of them!”
Kay’s mouth dropped. She was speechless. She didn’t know what to do, so… she left.
I found out later that she made a beeline for my brother and asked why he hadn’t told her that his little brother was adopted.
And that’s when she knew!
Paul said, “He’s not adopted. He just wants to get his way—and Mama and Papa won’t allow it!”
BUSTED!
But instead of chalking me off as a sulking, spoiled eleven year old—a friendship was born!
And that friendship has sustained us through a whole lot of life: most of it was superb, including the births of our children and grandchildren.
But some it—so painful only a true friend would understand and know—there were times when words were not enough—a friend knew when a hug was needed.
And my best friend? She knew—when the world had beaten my butt and sent me home with my tail tucked between my legs—Kay and Paul believed in me!
So… I honor our lifelong friendship, knowing that… had she not knocked on my sheet’s door that day… we may never have become friends.
We would have always been relatives—but lifelong friends? Nah—that’s the stuff only a hot day in a makeshift sheet tent in someone’s Front Yard can produce!
And it did!
What about you?
 This make you want to call your best friend and say… “Hey, you remember how we met? What if that never happened? Man, I’m sure glad it did!”
Go ahead…make their day!
Make the call!
You’ll be glad you did.

I know I am…

And I think about it every time I see a sheet tent with a door!

 I’m Just… Reflecting on -- Life!

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