The three men in the coffee shop (a story about friendship)
They sit there–the three of them–at the table by the window in the coffee shop I often write at.
It seems like they’re always there, whether it’s at the beginning of the month or the end,
whether it’s a Monday
or a Friday.
The same three men, the same table, the same ceramic mugs.
with gray hair,
and deep laugh lines.
I admit; I’ve listened to their conversations.
It’s hard not to.
They talk with a sense of familiarity that makes you want to know what they’re saying,
and how they came to be such good friends.
(You can tell that they are.)
They talk about family.
Sometimes they disagree and their voices get loud,
but they never get angry.
Most of the time,
they simply share stories,
and ask each other questions,
Every so often, one of them will talk quietly–too quietly for other people in the coffee shop to hear–and by the way the other two men lean in with a look of concern on their faces, you know they’re discussing something serious,
But you also know,
just by watching them,
that whatever the burden may be,
it is lighter when they leave,
because they’ve spent time together.
And that’s what being with true friends does.
May you be surrounded by a multitude of true friends this year. Happy New Year!
Some good New Year’s reads:
Visit Jennifer at Converstion Diary for her 12 Best Links of 2010.
Visit Holley to find out what the New Year holds.
And if you’re struggling with pain or hardship this time of year, visit 5MinutesforFaith to read Kimberly’s story. Her honesty will encourage you.