I was parked outside IHOP the other day waiting for my critique partners to arrive for our biweekly breakfast and critique meeting. I noticed a group of gentlemen standing outside. They appeared to be in their late sixties to early seventies. They are there every time we have our meeting. I refer to them as the geriatric delinquents. Friends for years, I’m sure they spent time together in the vice principal’s office and loitered outside McDonald’s or the local malt shop in their younger days and had to be hurried along by the cop on the beat.
My heart and mind went to my own special friends, the relationships that last over the years and the relationships that are newer yet the bond is so strong and tight, it’s like they’ve been in my life forever.
These are the friends you would not hesitate to call at 2:00 a.m. for help. You hope you never have to. I had to once. It was two days before Christmas in 1993. We needed someone to be with our children when we called them from England to tell them their oldest brother had gone to heaven. Without any hesitation, David said yes and his family took our children in to their home until we could get back.
I realized outside the IHOP that I have been blessed with three 2:00 a.m. friends. David, John, and Terry. Thank you.
Who are your 2:00 a.m. friends?
More important: Whose 2:00 a.m. friend are you?