This week, once again, has brought forth new events and challenges that have provoked more thought and questioning than Plato and John Locke did in my freshman philosophy class.
While the week started off in normal fashion, my general attitude and outlook on current situations would quickly change as “hump day” (a.k.a. Wednesday) approached.
As I finished packing the last of my things on Wednesday, an unwanted feeling of fear, doubt, and uncertainty began to follow me like a shadow on a sunny afternoon. My furniture was gone, the walls were blank and the floors were clean. This stage of my life was quickly coming to a close and if you looked at my room, you could almost say that it never occurred. A weird sensation settled in as I looked out of the window of my empty bedroom. I could not see the house across the street. Instead, I saw a reflection, a very unbecoming reflection.
I saw a young man that was spending time worrying about the things he could not control. There was a person that doubted every decision he had made in the past six months and a person that had lost something he took great pride in: his confidence. As the day went on the reflection got worse and I was ashamed that I had such a negative outlook on life. However, it turned out that all I needed was a 30-minute phone call from a truly close and genuine friend.
What a blessing it is to have a person in your life that you can, without hesitation, trust enough to share each others problems and qualms with. To have someone to pick you up when you are down, and honestly believe every word he or she says. You know who you are, and thank you so very much.
Following this conversation, everything changed. I was rejuvenated and ready to attack the always-dreaded MOVING DAY... duh duh dum.
Thursday came and went, and before I knew it my alarm was going off at 7:00 am on Friday telling me that it was time to get up and start my day of moving. A day that would not have been possible with out the help of a teammate and great friend, Shaq Hovan. Though many said they could or would help, things came up here and there and he was the only one that was able to follow through in the end.
So our long day began, and though it was long and hot, it was manageable. We arrived in Tuscaloosa at 5 and were finished unloading at 7:45, just in time to drop the truck off before the UHaul dealer closed for the evening. Following the move, my father treated us to a much needed dinner at Buffalo Phil's (thanks dad), and then we headed back to Birmingham. The drive home consisted of some ridiculous, yet great conversation between two worn out friends.
I am happy to say that I have been blessed by God to have friends like Shaq and the "wife." They make life easier, more enjoyable and more fulfilling. It is my hope that everyone has the opportunity to experience relationships like these because no matter how much self-confidence you have, there will be a time in which you need someone to be there to pick you up, or help you pick up a 200 pound desk from Staples.
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