Remember this story? tp gal and friends were supposed to go camping, and the weather turned south so she didn't go, and there was a lot of drama and the friendship died?
Well, the folks who withdrew their friendship have started attending my church again. It's been a couple years and yet it is kind of hard to see them.
Last weekend there wasn't a polite hello or even a friendly wave. I was told that they had to run to a sporting event. Yesterday, I decided that I was going to be the bigger person and walked over to say hello.
It was awkward and cold to say the least. I find it hurtful that after all this time I'm still somehow to blame and that in spite of my sincere efforts to be a good decent person that I'm the villain. The only good news is that for the first time Rico and Mrs. Rico saw the icy treatment in person. I don't think Rico believed me before.
I know that I have plenty of friends who appreciate me and who are willing to work things out if there are misunderstandings or breaches of etiquette. I don't 'need' friends like these, but I hope you can understand that it is a blow to the heart to have people you care for turn on you.
The other bright spot in my silly little story is that now that I made the effort to say hello, I never EVER have to do it again. They can go about their angry, unforgiving business and I'm going to be unconcerned.
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