Whether
you realize it or not we each have many different families in our lives. Of
course we all have the family we are born into, the ones with which we share
the same blood (good or bad). We also have the families that we marry into
(again good or bad). But we also have other families whether they be through
the military, through a fraternal organization, a community service
organization, or whatever other groups that we become associated with during
our lives and slowly develop a bond with over time.
There
is another basic group that is a little tougher which comprises of some of the
close friends that you meeting during the course of your many days that you
build a trust with that can only be compared to the trust that you have with a
family member. These are the people, at least for me, that are probably closest
to blood without being related. This is a very small group maybe the smallest
of them all. These are the people that you will do anything for just like you
would for someone you share your DNA with and they treat you in the same manner
(essential if you are going to consider them family in the first place).
One
of these friends, I will call him my Irish brother, gave me a call this past
week. It had been some time since we last spoke but, as usual, we picked up the
conversation as if we sat down for lunch the day before. Unfortunately, this
was not a call that contained good news. No death or unemployment but it was
something equally jarring (some would even say more so). Having half a
continent between us, all I could do is listen and offer the little advice I
had (I have never found myself in the same position).
But
sometimes, like family, the best thing that you can do is be there for them. They
know you’re not going to be able to fix whatever is wrong, sometimes you just
have to donate your ear and offer whatever encouragement and/or perspective that
you can to try and get them through the rough spot in their life. It is a time
when your own issues need to be put aside and all of your focus needs to be
given to your unrelated family. In the end, if you consider them family you
know they would be doing the same for you.
In
this instance, I did what I could and tried to keep things in perspective.
Being able to see everything from the outside looking in I know he is going to
be better off and his future has been opened up to many more opportunities than
he had before. Sometimes something bad needs to happen in order for the best in
life to be laid at your feet. I am certain that is what will happen and I am
looking forward to the calls from the other end of the spectrum in the near
future.
Optimism
is sometimes the best cure for what ails you and this was one of those
instances. And while I tend to be a realist during my daily life there is
nothing that says the two can’t coexist. So I will finish this post with a very
simple collection of thoughts for my friend, my Irish brother: While it is hard
to see through the foggy lens of shock and mourning for what has been lost, you
have the opportunity of a lifetime. You have the ability to create memories that
will never suffer the degradation of time. You have life opening up in front of
you with opportunities unthinkable in the past. You have a future that will
allow you to shine and bask in all that this world has to offer. You have been
born again (and not in the loopy religious way). Stay strong and carry on!
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