A good reminder

Tonight I had a visit from a good friend.  This friend (Amanda) and I met in 4th class (1975) and re-met 8 years ago by wild co-incidence.

She reminded me of all that I can be.  All that I really am, underneath this sink-hole called depression.  She did this by simply wanting to be with me.

I make her work hard.  As with so many other dear friends, I don't return phone calls, and NEVER initiate contact.  I hide in my cave and hope/dread being found.  It's not always quite as bad as it is now, but there's always a degree of this happening with me.

She's someone I admire greatly.  She's someone that knows me in the historical sense.  And somehow I needed that combination tonight.

Thank you Amanda.