By the time I was a junior at Yale, I'd already met everyone I cared to know. I also knew those I didn't want to know, including Maxey. He and I were like planets in different1 .
Everything changed dramatically when we had a field trip for a weekend. Although I was2 , I could get along well with others except Maxey who still made me3 . I couldn't think of anything to say to him. When he walked up to me and stuck out his hand, I just 4 it quickly. We stood awkwardly for a few minutes. When someone tried to get my attention, Maxey politely 5 . That last morning, when we discussed how to return home, he insisted I ride home on the back of his motorcycle. I said I thought it was a terrible6 and I wanted to refuse, but Maxey7 a helmet at me. " I wanted to give you a8 . You didn't seem to like me. I want you to like me." he said. Maxey started up the9 and we roared out of the driveway. The bike10 down the highway. I11 my arms around him and held on for dear12 . Maybe our friendship started from that day.
We were now both 60, but my 13 with him remained strong. I was sure if I was in14 , Maxey would be there for me. I was15 sure that if he wanted my help, I would give it without hesitation.
