Recently, one of my best friends spent the weekend with me. We've 1 just about everything since the first day of kindergarten. Several years ago I 2 to a new town, so we've both always looked forward to the 3 chances a year when we can see each other.
Over the weekend, we spent hours and hours, 4 up late into the night, talking about the people she was hanging around with. She started telling me 5 about how she experimented with drugs and was into other self-destructive behaviors. I was completely 6 !
No matter how hard I tried to tell her that she 7 better, she didn't believe me. Herself-respect seemed to have 8 . I tried to convince her that she was 9 her future and heading for big trouble. I felt like I was getting 10 .
By the time she left, I was really 11 about her and exhausted by the experience. It had been so 12 , and I had come close to telling her several 13 during the weekend that maybe we had just grown too far apart to 14 our friendship— but I didn't. I put the power of 15 to the ultimate test and wanted to believe that it could 16 anything.
A few days later, she called to say that she had thought long and hard about our 17 , and then she told me that she had 18 . I just listened on the other end of the phone with tears of joy running down my face. It was one of the truly 19 moments in my life. Never had I been so 20 of a friend.
