Posted on February 13, 2019
by Steve Janowick
I can say with a confident level of certitude that I wouldn’t be writing this post, or any other, were it not for a certain handful of men in my life. As a matter of fact, I’d probably be fully decomposed by now and there’d be a lot of worms with full bellies, we’re it not for them. I know that sounds drastic, and a little morbid, but it’s the truth.
I can count my good friends on one hand, and they know who they are. I’ve never been the sociable, A-type personality guy who makes friends easily. I’m a sensitive introvert and I like to keep to myself. Frankly, I’m way too moody, picky and guarded to let just anyone into my life-and especially my heart. And I’m not alone-there’s millions of guys out there just like me. To us, friendship is meaningful. It’s special. It’s an honor.
Sure, I’ve had many acquaintances through the years. Dudes who I can have a beer with and bullshit about the ballgame, but whom I could never confide in. I call these guys-surface friends. They’re always there to share a laugh or go out and get a little wild, but when you’re in a pinch or you need to get something off your chest-forget it. They’re incapable of going below the surface.
I’ve screwed up many times in my life. And I’m still screwing up. I’ve made decisions that would justify any good friend of mine to wash his hands of me. I’ve been in the throes of some pretty bad situations. Been in the depths of some pretty bad despair. And my friends have always been there to help lift me out and lift me up. They don’t judge me or belittle me. They encourage and empower me!
And be damned time or distance. That doesn’t matter to them.
If I need advice, money, a wing man, a shoulder to lean on, or hell, even a kidney-I know of a few dudes who’ll be there for me Johnny on the spot-unconditionally and no questions asked. And they know I’d drop everything in an instant to do the same for them.
My best buds have been with me for decades, and some since my elementary school days, and one since the day I was born. That’s a long time! And every single day, I thank the powers that be for them. And I implore each of you to do the same. Lifelong pals, through thick and thin buddies, brothers-they’re special and rare and hard to come by. Take time to thank them and appreciate them. Don’t be a macho closed book! Time is precious and life is fickle and short. Let them know you’d go out with the ugly sister for them. Let them know your fists would fly for them in a scrap. Let them know you’d take a bullet for them in a second. Let your boys know…
You love them.
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