To spend an afternoon with a friends wife who I have merely only glimpsed at once. Because both of them want to help me with an application form was a true act of friendship and a real blessing.
When their son came into the room and said he wanted to fly, you could just see the cogs in my head flicking through the filofax searching for a pilot. Then bingo, pilot who needs to keep up flying hours comes to mind and kid is sorted. This is what life should be about building each other up.
Later that night, went out to watch the rugby and it turned out into a rumour mill session among my “friends”, only those loose acquaintances who happened to be tuned in approached me for discussion about this. Others merely talked about it and pretended I wouldn’t find out.
Then I wondered how many times do I act like this second scenario rather than the first.
I should be a builder rather than a demolitions expert. But isn’t a demolitions expert an easier path.
Who says you have to choose it?
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