I’m humbled by the friendship I’ve been blessed with. I don’t deserve it, either, but damn I’m lucky.
I’ve been struggling with depression for the last few months, and right now am overwhelmed with work and school. I have a paper due on Monday, and I’m trying to get my house ready to sell.
A good friend of mine volunteered to come over and work on the house while I wrote my paper yesterday. I tried to talk her out of it, feeling guilty about someone else cleaning my house. She not only came over, did some repair/refurbishment work, she cleaned, dusted, scrubbed, organized, and even washed my smelly dog. She brought over fruit and girl scout cookies for me to munch on while I worked. Then she went out and bought me a dinner so huge that I won’t have to cook for a couple of days.
I cried after she left, I’m so grateful that I have a friend so caring.