Friendship

a-to-z-letters-f Friendship

“Friendship isn’t something fleeting like a flame in the wind, dodging the rain,” Alle said. “Some people treat acquaintances like the seasons – separating when it suits them, sticking with them like stones in another’s shoe. What you have is worth protecting, no matter what.”

                “Even if they betray you,” Desmon asked. “How are we expected to forgive and forget when we’ve been wronged, faith shaken, and confidence crumbling?”

                Alle stirred the fire back to life. “Were they friends or superiors? Superiors have no right to do that to those they lead, but they will. You need to rise above it. Keep people focused on the truth, on what matters.”

                “You make it sound too easy; you speak like my father.”

                Alle smiled. “He’s a wise man, and a good friend. Why don’t you talk with him? Let him know what’s on your mind?”

                Desmon shook his head, a hand hovering over the flame. “There’s so much he’s never told me during my youth, during the years away. Every time I want to ask him something, I…”

                “You hold back,” Alle said, teasing the flame to intertwine with Desmon’s hand without harm. “You know what answers you have. Ask him to learn the rest. If you’re afraid to hear it alone, ask Jalem or Allen to join you. That’s where the strength of friends comes in – offering support no matter the results.”

                Desmon rotated his wrist, accepting a lone spark into the palm of his hand. “Jalem doesn’t need to hear about such things. Allen…”

                “He has more in common with you than you realize, Desmon.” Alle smiled. “Why do you think Elle, your father and I were laughing after you two had your fights? Because you two are of the same spirits, from different angles, but same spirits no matter how you three argue against it.”

                Desmon smiled – a rare sight for the host. “In essence, we are the younger version of you guys.”

                Alle frowned. “You are, with a more treacherous war than we faced. We’ll do what we can to influence the change you seek within your students, although I don’t know if that will be enough.”

                “I keep trying to find a way to overrule the travel restrictions the magistrates have placed. Some of the students don’t even realize they’re in place.”

                “Some students do,” Alle said. “You’ll get past the parents’ restricted perceptions on things, rest assured on that. In the meantime, listen to Allen, look to Jalem.”

                The young man rose to his full height, reminding Alle of his son when he first prepared to go to the preparatory program. The three of them remained on top of things, academically, practically. As he looked at his best friend’s son, his son’s best friend, Alle could only hope by Quinton’s strength that this would be the generation to succeed.

 

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2 thoughts on “Friendship

  1. Joyce says:

    Maybe the spark will breed success.

    http://joycelansky.blogspot.com

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