A Missing Piece Found: A Tale of Friendship and Coincidence
When I was a child my grandmother, Jean, loved to read a book called The Missing Piece, by Shel Silverstein, to me. I always enjoyed it, but it always made me sad.
This poor rock rolled from place to place looking for his missing piece. Looking and looking, but never finding, he rolled on and on. Finally, after years of looking, he finds his missing piece! He is so happy!
And I was always so happy for him!
But the happiness only lasts for a short time. The rock begins to miss his old way of life. His old pace of life. So he give up his missing piece and rolls slowly away.
And I was always crushed.
How could he just let it go? Wasn't being whole worth a change of pace?
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A Friend Lost
She was the 'other little girl'. The one my mom couldn't place, when I asked her name. The one that I played with at the neighbor's house, across the street. She had long blond hair and was about my age. That was all I knew. Yet she was my friend. She was my best friend.
At the time I was only two or maybe three. We lived in Lewistown, Montana, as my dad had a job with the Bible college that was there. If we had stayed longer, perhaps I would have gotten to know her then, but we moved to Colorado where my dad took over the family farm.
For years I asked and asked, trying to figure out who she was, but no one had a clue.
It was as though I was the only one who had seen her.
Fate
Faith and belief and retreat
When you're standing all alone with your dreams in the dark
Never knowing what is real in the shadows you meet
Never knowing what is true in the answers you seek
Never knowing if
Fate she hears me
Fate stand near me
Fate state clearly
Whether there will be another card
Retrieve us
Time deceives us
Faith she hears me
But she doesn't listen very hard
As she drifts through our lives tossing coins into the air
Watch them twist, watch them fall turning hope into despair
Watch them twist, watch them fall then she suddenly revives
Every dream that we've had and we find ourselves alive
Believe me
Fate stands near me
Fate state clearly
Whether there will be another card
Retrieve us
Time deceives us
The only moment in our lives
That ever really mattered fate is now
A Friend Found
It was towards evening my second day of college. I was heading down the hall of the dormitory when I saw two girls carrying boxes coming my way. The gal in front was tall and walked with the confidence of a cheerleader. Ro
'Oh great!' I thought to myself. I don't know why, but for some reason I was annoyed. Really annoyed! I stepped aside to let them pass, but the gal in front stopped, "Hi! I'm Angela," she said cheerfully.
I introduced myself and went my way, wondering what made her so bold.
A week later we were assigned to be partners for a speech project. The assignment was to give a two minute introductory speech that told the basics about the person and something interesting about them. That meant talking.
What should have taken 20-30 minutes turned into a three hour talk. I remember looking at the clock only to discover it was 1 a.m., and thinking, 'I should go to bed, but I can't believe I found her!' You see, she was the 'other little girl'!
Her family had moved form Africa to Montana, to work at the college. Later, they had moved to Washington state, where she had grown up. Somehow, we had both ended up at college in Wyoming. And most amazingly, for years, she too had been searching for that 'other little girl'.
Somehow... Coincidence? God? I know it wasn't chance!
A Friend Kept
Soon, we were fast friends. It was as if those 15 years of separation had disappeared in an instant. As if we had known each other all along...
Finding her was like finding a piece of my life that had been missing.
Even now, another 15 years later, it is the same.
This summer, we saw each other for the first time in ten years. It only took a few minutes to get over the awkwardness and pick up where we had left off...
And that is when I realized that when you are a friend, you are a friend. Nothing can change that. When it is meant to be, it will be. Time and space does not interrupt a real friendship.
What makes a friend a friend?
For me, a friend is one of the missing pieces of life. A friend is someone who makes me feel complete.
Every friend I have is someone I had an instant reaction to... even when I couldn't figure out why. Some, I've felt an instant kinship with, others I have hated initially. In the end, it involves accepting that they will forever change the pace of my life.
Call it fate.
Call it a fancy.
Whatever it is, it is like finding a missing piece of me.
Ivorwen, 2011.
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