I grew up in a world of unlocked doors, shared homes and no strangers. A world without emails, pagers or cell phones. Friendships were forged over long talks, tree climbing, sleepovers and lots of imaginative soul connecting. Children reported home when the big clock in the sky told us it was “dark” – a clock rarely interpreted the same by our parents. It was a simpler time. Read the full story…
The crisp October day came with a mix of nervousness and excitement as we readied ourselves for battle. We had home field advantage in the Win-or-Go-Home high school field hockey game and our team was amped. What we didn’t know and could not have possible understood, was this was the last time we’d all laugh and share life together. Read the full story…
Today’s guest post features Part II of David Covey‘s, “When the friendship is worth the fight.” In the first part here, Dave contemplates key principles to valuing friendship in spite of our imperfect lives.
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In Part I, I offered a handful of axioms that have worked in my life, twisted as it has been from time to time. Today, let’s consider applying those rules to friendships that are stressed.
Today’s guest post comes to us from David Covey, a beloved, long-time family friend, who will forever own real estate in my heart. To give you a glimpse, Dave is the man who –20 years ago– congratulated me on my engagement and then turned to Skip, shook his hand firmly, and said, “If you EVER do ANYthing to hurt her… I WILL hunt you down and kill you.” Dave Covey has radio in his blood, is a master entertainer, and after successfully managing businesses and broadcast technologies for close to 50 years, still revels in freelance management, writing, and photography. My friend David embraces life with fervor and writes likewise. Buckle up…
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I remember the first conversation I had with my baby sister about the sting of betrayal from someone she considered a solid, trusted friend. She was in her early twenties — as I was when I experienced the sting for the first time as a “non-kid”.
It hurts. A lot if you’re one of those who invests your full self into relationships.
