Space for Brabus

I was looking through my friends’ facebook profiles and stopped at one friend’s.  I couldn’t help smiling as I was looking through his pictures with his wife and daughters…they look so cute and happy together.

And then, the memories started to flood back…especially back to that night years ago.  The night that I almost drove all the way across town just to pour my heartbreak to him over alcohols.  I remembered calling him, asking if I can come over…I remembered how friendly he sounded, sure, why not…I remembered us agreeing for booze…then suddenly, everything was snapped to places.  He told me that it’s probably not a very good idea for me to come…and I remembered saying something about having to drive someone to the airport very early the next morning.

What I remembered most about that night is how I was willing to do anything to drown my sorrow, how I felt that anything can happen that night, and yes, I was able to do anything.  And if anything should happen that night, I don’t think anything will be the same.  But yes, he was there to stop me, because he was being a friend.

A friend in need is a friend indeed…and a friend is someone who is always looking out for you, even when you are least expected…and even one friend can makes all the differences.

Thanks for the reminder, bro.  I owe you one!