I have been terrible about writing my blogs earlier in the day these past couple of days.  TERRIBLE.  I will try to be better.

As you read yesterday, it’s been a pretty busy weekend for me.  And today, I got to run outside without a jacket on for the first time in God knows how long.  Probably since October, when I completed my last half.[i]  Anyways.  None of this is what I’m planning on talking about today, but I just thought it was so exciting that I should share it.

No, today I’m writing about someone who has been changing my life for the better for the last 22 years.

I met a little boy who lived across the street from me when we first moved into our house.  I was three years old, and so was he.  I’m going to call him A2, because that’s the only name that makes sense to me – we even have the same first and last initials.  We walked back to back during our high school graduation ceremony.  He’s sort of been my counterpart for the majority of my life.  I haven’t seen him in a long time now, but that has never really mattered with us.  He still makes me strong, and I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to thank him enough for that.

I wrote an extensive blog post on my old blog about A2 a year and a half ago.  You can read that here.  So I’m not going to get into all of that stuff.  What I want to tell you is why he inspires me.

  1. He inspires me because he could have left our small, dinky hometown, and he didn’t.  He stayed because he loved it there, even though he has to put up with some ignorant people.  But, I suppose, there are ignorant people everywhere.
  2. He inspires me because he has big dreams.  He is on the manager track of a Target store, after running a coffee shop basically by himself for years (see #3).  He’s talking about going back to school.  He has these dreams that he is in the process of achieving.  And I love that about him.
  3. He inspires me because he is one of the hardest workers I have ever met.  Like I said, he ran that shop pretty much solo for a couple of years.  What have I ever done that compares to that?
  4. He inspires me because he is proud of who he is.  Finally.  I always knew he had that inside him, all through middle and high school when I could feel him struggling with his identity.  And he found it in himself.  And that makes me so proud of him.
  5. Finally, he inspires me because he has always had my back.  I can be away for years, and we may have one lunch together, but nothing has changed.  He’s the person I’d run to if I needed help burying a body.[ii]  He’s literally my oldest friend.  And I really hope he knows that I’ll always have his back, too.

A2 is one of a kind, and I miss him a lot these days.  We only live an hour apart, but I’m always so busy when I’m in my hometown that we rarely get to connect.  Not that it really matters, because that doesn’t change anything.  Not with us.  But he is a wonderful person, and he inspires me to be better, probably without even realizing it.

I am thankful every day that I have him in my life.

Sadly, this is the only picture I could find of us from our high school graduation.
Sadly, this is the only picture I could find of us from our high school graduation.

“So no one told you life was gonna be this way.  Your job’s a joke.  You’re broke.  Your love life’s DOA.  It’s like you’re always stuck in second gear.  If it hasn’t been your day, your week, your month, or even your year, I’ll be there for you.  When the rain starts to fall, I’ll be there for you.  Like I’ve been there before, I’ll be there for you, because you’re there for me, too.”  —The Rembrandts, “I’ll Be There For You”


[i] I’m still pretty disappointed in myself that I got hurt during the first half of 2014.  Lame.

[ii] It’s a terrible analogy, but it’s what I’m sticking with, here.


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