Published on August 22, 2004 By RevCar In Misc
I asked the old lady in the bed "Is there anything I can do for you?" She replied softly "No, you have done so much for me already." I wasn't sure I had so I said "Well Im not sure I have, apart from visiting you, but its not hard to visit a friend." She said with affection "yes, you are my friend." At that her eyes glazed as she dropped off to sleep. This old lady had become my friend. She was dying of cancer and I had over the years visited many times breaking the bounds of minister and parishioner to reach the most precious heights of genuine friendship.
As I walked to my car tears rolled down my cheeks, I found it hard to keep the lumb in my throat from rising.
The price sometimes of friendship is pain. But sometimes pain can feel good.

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