There was a time when she
didn't have a lot of friends. She was a bit shy and reserved. She never really
wanted to be popular, but she did want to have someone to share secrets and
laughs with. All through high school, though, she just slipped in and out of
"light" friendships where she didn't find a lot of comfort or
companionship.
When it came time to go to
college, she was quite nervous. She was going to be rooming with someone she
didn't know and living in a town 300 miles away from home. There wouldn't be a
single person she knew in town. She had no idea how she was going to make
friends in this new “environment”. In her English Composition class, she was
asked (as were all the students) to share a little about herself. She told
everyone where she called home and all of the other ordinary details that
students share in such situations. The final question for each student was
always the same: "What is your goal for this class?" Now, most of the
students said it was to get a good grade, pass the class or something similar,
but for some reason, she said something entirely different. She said inside her
mind that her goal was to make just one good friend.
While most of the students
sat in silence, one student came to her and held out his hand and introduced
himself. He asked if she would be his friend. The whole room was silent – all
eyes focused on her and the hand extended just in front of her. She smiled and
stretched her hand out to take his and a friendship was formed. It was a
friendship that lasted all through college. It was a friendship that turned
into a romance. It was a friendship that brought two people together in marriage.
She learned the power of
asking for what she wanted, being honest and taking action.
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