I’ve had a good amount of friends throughout my life, but I think it’s safe to say that I’ve never really clicked with many people. I had a “best friend” for 6 years. We were more about fun, no real connections. Plus, she was also subtly putting me down. I had another friend for about 3 years. I swear I thought we were going to be friends forever. But we had no real common interests. We just spent time together and talked about our days, but the more we got to know each other, the less we really knew each other. That friendship ended back in May and sure did crush me. That brings me to now (or at least a few months ago), searching for someone who wasn’t just a person to fill my boring days with. At my graduation party my friend brought one of her friends (that I had hung out a few times with when my friend brought me over there). It all began when I brought my camera outside. We talked about what kind it was, where I got it, and such. We also realized we have similar music tastes. It continued when it was discovered that she wants to go to the same school I do for the same exact thing I want to (journalism). Now, we hangout regularly, going on photography adventures and shopping trips for vintage cameras. After having so many shallow friendships, it sure is nice to have someone to hangout with that actually enjoys what I do and doesn’t mind when I talk about things I’m passionate about. I know we haven’t been friends for very long at all, but I’m so thankful to have met her.
You ever have one of those moments where something happens as if it were just meant to play out like that? That happened today. Alright, so I work at a grocery store and while I was doing carts I found some money on the ground in the parking lot. So I brought it inside where I was talking to one of the cashiers who was on break about it since I couldn’t find the person working the customer service desk. Anyhow, after I finally located her and gave her the money, I went back to the cashier (who is now ringing on a register) and said “I gave Barb that money.” The customer who was in line said “did you find money? $80? Folded up?” It was $80, folded up neatly. I told her yes and she went to claim it at the service desk, crying because she had thought it was gone. She told me that she thought no one would return it and she wouldn’t get it back. Likewise, I wasn’t sure if someone would come back looking for it. Point of the story, if I hadn’t been there at that very moment, she may not have found the money she lost. It made me so happy that she got her money back and that I could help.