Well, here I was sitting up late this night.  Not tired enough to go to bed and not energetic enough to do anything very physical.  I had decided to write some letters that I had been neglecting.  I wrote a return letter to Deana, and figured I would finish there.  But after I finished the letter to her, I felt a nagging to do more.  I had promised to write Derek a letter but had not done so for a lack of anything interesting to write to him about.  After all, I see him at least a few times a week.  I began thinking about why he asked me to do this.  The only thing that I could come up with was that the situation with his mother (her boyfriend leaving) was wearing on him and he needed a spark of good cheer to lighten the burden.  Be this true or not, I commenced to writing my letter.
    
     The letter I wrote to him was not some of my best literary work, but it got the point across.  I explained in the letter what friendship meant to me.  That it consists of many things.  Acceptance, respect, happiness, compassion, support, understanding and especially love.  I made sure to use examples of these applications and towards the end stated quite clearly that much of my definition had been formed from the examples of the people I call friend.  And that Derek was, and always will be one of those friends.  I made sure to let him know of the impact his friendship with me has made.  I only hope it was presented well enough.

     I finished the letter and thanked God for allowing me to be a positive motivational force to someone�s life.  I thought to myself how lucky we are to have people we call friends and how fortunate to be able to support each other and make each other�s lives just a little more bearable.  I thought of all the people I call friend and all the people I care about and was aware of the true feelings of love and happiness they have brought to my life.  And somewhere in there, that little voice from above told me, �Hey!, isn�t it time you let them know that?�  And it may have been my imagination, but I think I heard the devil running.
                                                                                                                                Fin.~
Saturday October 5th, 1991
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