When I was little, I had a
very best friend who lived next door. We were born on the same day just one
year apart. She was older than me. We
did everything together. She would come
over and help me with my morning work in the summer so we could play the rest
of the day. We swam in her pool, played baseball, went to the park, tromped
through the small forest behind our homes, flew kites, roller skated, rode bikes, and a
hundred other things.
We lived in Downers Grove,
Illinois. She went to the Methodist Church with her family, and I went to the
Mormon Church with my family. Sometimes
we would go to church together.
We are both the sixth
out of seven children in our families. We both also have a younger brother, and
they are the same age. One day our
little brothers got in an argument about something. I don’t remember what the argument was about, but I do remember
we got involved to defend our brothers.
Normally, when we had a
clash, we’d be playing together again the same day. This fight was
different. I don’t know who was at
fault. Most likely we both had
something to do with it. We both held a grudge for quite a while. I don’t remember how long. It might have been a couple of weeks, a
month, three months, or even six months. It felt
like forever. I was no longer on
speaking terms with my best friend and was lonely. She felt the same way, and decided to do something about it. She sent me a large manila envelop in the
mail. Here is a scanned copy of the letter:
To a good friend who is a
great player who has good sportsmanship And a terrific partner for a team.
Jenny.
To a good friend whose a
good person to talk to anytime. Jenny.
Who is good at most anything
Who is a laugh when she
sleeps over
And cheers me up when I’m feeling down
To a person who is smart and
one of the most politest person around. Jenny.
To a person who tries to
help as much as she can. Jenny.
To a kid who has a smile
that would warm your heart! Jenny.
When we look at each other
on this upside down – we will begin to laugh and can’t stop. Jenny
To a good friend who I’m
trying to say I’m sorry. Mona . . .
Friends
I still remember the
feelings I had when I received this letter.
I ran to my friend, and hearts were healed. We never fought like that again.
Children have a great capacity to make amends and forgive. If only we
could be a child again.
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