Friends; friendship is one of the most important things to have in this life.
I’ve had a best friend during each stage or chapter of my life.
Being the best friend of someone who has things wrong with them is not easy.
For many years, I hid the fact that I wore a diaper. I thought of it as embarrassing. I’m embarrassed to say, but I hid my Spina Bifida.
I wet myself a lot.
I pooped myself a lot.
I’ll tell you a couple of stories about me and my best friend:
One time, and I’ve written about this once I know, I was in a meeting and found that I had wet myself.
Many times when you wet yourself in a diaper, at least for me, it would wet the front of my pants; and I was wet on my front. So my shirt and pants were both wet.
Sitting next to me at the table was my best friend.
I nudged him and let him know that I was in a bad situation, and without missing a beat, my best bud knocked over a bottle of water that was sitting on the table. It soaked the front of my clothes. I was now in the clear. After seeing that, nobody in the room would think I had wet myself.
That, to me, is what your best friend does.
Another time I was riding with my best friend—The same one from the previous story. He was driving.
We were in his old, beaten-up truck.
Where we were going, I do not remember.
It was my Birthday, and I sat there quietly waiting.
What was I waiting for? I was waiting for my best friend to say, “Happy Birthday!”
I sat. Thirty minutes passed. Nothing. He drove. I waited.
Forty-Five minutes passed. Nothing. I sat.
At one hour, I broke my silence and screamed, “It’s my freakin’ Birthday, you ‘Butt hole.'” (I don’t think I said “Butt Hole.”)
We laugh at that memory still to this day.
One best friend told me that a friendship is a relationship, and I agree.
It’s a relationship filled with hugs, laughter, tears, joy, and sadness—the good, the bad, the ugly, and sometimes smelly.
And, to this day, when meeting new friends, I ask myself:
“Would this person knock a bottle of water over for me?”
