We far exceeded the amount of persons in a limited space.
My hand was grabbed as my friend Amanda was lifted to crowd surf and she tried to grab me along.
Her eyes beckon me to get her down, but their pull was too strong for me. I watch her body float through groping hands---farther and farther away from me. And then I hear a thud and she is gone.
My Taurus celestial self pushed through the crowd as they tried to push me back.
Glaring at a group of guys I said, "Move!" as steam blew out of my nostrils. I was determined to get to Amanda and make sure she was okay.
Obscenities were thrown at me but mostly deflected by the constant ringing in my ears.
I was determined and I found her.
I grabbed her to make sure she was okay and then we both launched into telling our side of this story.
"I just realized, we have known each other for 18 years," Amanda wrote me earlier this week.
We met in college during soccer pre-season and shared too many stories never to be told.
From showering in my cleats, to belly rings, to concerts, to Sarah's salad, to sleeping bags, to boyfriends, and marriages, and births and deaths we have shared it all.
Of all that life has given me one of the greatest gifts has been some lifelong friends.
When worries plaque my head and the road I am traveling on seems a little too fearful, I retreat to these people.
They remind me of better days and who I know I am, but seem to have lost momentarily.
Sometimes, the just whack me upside the head.
A collection of cards they have sent remind me I am special. A heart hangs on my wrist reminding me I am loved. Music recordings sent confirm that the grove is still alive. A blessing basket reminds me that ordinary days can turn extraordinary from just a "hello."
I think that friends may really be our earthly guardian angels.
And I am so thankful for mine!
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