A Friend

The clock struck 1020 AM on a Tuesday morning in mid-May of 2024. I thought for a moment about the trials and struggles of my life. As I began what could have been a long muse down a memory lane of adversities, I was struck by one recurring fact. In every situation, there was God. In every valley, there was family. In every pit, there was a Church. In every desert, there were friends. On this gentle May morning, an old friend named Todd, whom I have not seen in 30-plus years, flashed across the pages of my mind. Todd was a mechanic by trade, and he rescued my car and my family on more than one occasion. Each 'breakdown' left me feeling hopeless and alone. That is until Todd came along and rescued me. I'm thinking of Todd just now whom I met in the summer of 1986. I shall never forget the gracious spirit of Todd and his family.