Like most people, I bitch about small things all the time. Having to stop for gas when it’s raining, fighting Ava to go to sleep, not finding good wine deals at Kroger. With friends, I used to do that a lot, too. Their annoying quirks were personality flaws to me. I never seemed to embrace their differences for what they were. My patience was thin and I was always so easily angered by the slightest off-handed comment. When it came to dealing with people, I had no idea what grace was.
I can say that I’ve come a long way in the past few years. Some traumatic events over the past year made me realize even more that life is too short to sweat the little things. This is even more true to me tonight.
I just found out that an acquaintance of mine from college lost her entire home in a fire early this morning. She escaped through a bathroom window with her husband and three kids into the freezing night while they watched their house explode in a ball of flames. They lost everything, but they have each other.
She and I sat next to each other for two semesters. She’s a talented and lovely person, and we just meshed well. I can’t say that we are truly friends, but we keep in touch and I follow her success through social media. Despite our cool friendship, I feel compelled to reach out to her. I’m sure she has so many resources to turn to and I doubt any offers from me will mean much. But she’s a good soul with an amazing family and I really feel for them right now.
My question is that when it comes to fair weather friends, is it inappropriate to get involved in the meaty things that happen in their lives?
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