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 politely5 . 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 terrible 6 and I wanted to refuse, but Maxey 7 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 bike 10 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 was 15 sure that if he wanted my help, I would give it without hesitation.