My Three Amigos

This week I found myself, wondering about who my friends are, due to a sermon I had heard. Relatives are important, the sermon said, but friends are essential. We have different levels and frequencies of friendship. The sermons asked to select three friend who had been the most exemplary in the past year and why. My three coincidentally, or perhaps not, where my three best friends. If God only gave me three friends, I would pick these three people.

As I looked at my reasons why these friends had top marks. I thought back to my friendship with each and how each has gone beyond the call of duty for a friend. These three friends have done things for me that I’ve needed but would never have the courage to ask. They have also helped me remove specks and logs out of my eyes when needed. We have fought hard, and we’ve played hard. They are people I turn to for serious advice on the big things in life; do I cut the blue wire, or the red wire?

These friends (like me) aren’t perfect, and have done things I haven’t agreed with (and vice-versa), but my relationship with each of these friends is very authentic in that we speak our minds while respecting each other. Most importantly, I strive to be, and I believe I succeed, in being the type of friend to them, that I wish them to be to me.