My wife suggested one night that I take time to call an old friend who I hadn’t seen for many years. She had heard this friend had fallen on hard times and would benefit from seeing me. Life is busy and while I wanted to follow this advice I was concerned about my schedule.
This friend had been alone for many years. The demands of work and family made it nearly impossible for me to see him. Knowing time was only an excuse; I picked up the phone to call, inviting him to dinner and a game.
His response in hearing it was me calling, was “What is wrong, are you okay? Why are you calling me?” My guess is that this friend had learned over the years people only called when there was bad news to be shared.
No news, nothing really to share, just thought it would be fun to get together I responded. Who is going? Well, I had thought just you and I. He thought for a few seconds then said, “I would really enjoy that, thank you.”
When the day came we were to get together; my mind was racing and I got a little nervous about our meeting. It wasn’t necessarily because either of us would be uncomfortable together; it was just so much time had passed. As I walked up to the door, it opened and there he stood. His hair was combed neatly and he was wearing what I swear was an outfit from high school. It was well-preserved and ironed perfectly.
The smile on his face was that of an angel. He had told those he lived with, “I am going to dinner and a game with my friend.” They were impressed and couldn’t wait to hear about our adventure on our return.
We went to dinner; it wasn’t elegant but the atmosphere allowed for great conversation. My friend was acting as though he was with the President of the United States. Life hadn’t been real good for this friend; I had to read the menu for him as his eyesight was failing. He, being a little older than me, suggested life had a way of turning around; he remembered how he used to read for me— this was before I could read.
As the night went on, we were so engaged in conversation we missed our game. We didn’t talk about anything out of the ordinary, mostly small talk; catching up on each others lives.
I took him back home and as we walked up to the door he said, “You will never know how much this evening meant to me, next time let me pay.” Certainly I suggested, hoping neither of us would wait long before we got together again.
While I was driving home, I reflected on how fast life moves and that the two of us had shared some very tender moments together in life. I felt bad we didn’t have more nights like this together. I wondered how different life might have been for him if he had more time together.
“Tell me about your evening?” was my greeting from my wife as I walked in the door. We had a lot of fun and it was good for both of us to share memories. It was nicer than I had anticipated and I wonder now why I was so nervous.
Not more than a few days went by when we heard that this friend died unexpectedly. This was a shock to all who knew this man. No one had a chance to do anything for him. We attended his service and I remember thinking how grateful I was that I had spent that evening with him.
It wasn’t two weeks later I received a letter from this friend with a certificate in it to a local restaurant. It was to the restaurant where this friend and I had dined. Attached was a note that read: I paid for our meal in advance, not sure I would be there. I have paid for two dinners. Please take a loved one, someone who needs you as much as I did that night. You will never know how much our evening together meant. Love your friend.
I would suggest I knew before reading this note that I felt how much friendships mean to each of us. Yet, no words can explain the feeling I had, knowing how important giving our time to loved ones really means and that they deserve it.
I responded to my wife’s original request with, “Do I have the time.” The question now is, “Who needs me?” Nothing is more important than our loved ones. Give of your time freely, they have earned it; some things can’t be put off for “another time.”
While this is only a story, please remember how much your time will mean to someone in need. Far more people than you can ever imagine. Take the time, I did; it is worth it!