I remember the feeling more than the actual time period. I was defeated, but on the other hand I felt free. I had nowhere to go, and nowhere to be anymore, and that was a strange feeling. My roommate just tossed me out after a few long battles, I had been fired from my job by an egotistical control freak, and I had nowhere to go, or so I thought. I remember sending a message to my best friend online. I wanted to tell him thanks for being a good friend, and let him know I was hitting the road. I was all packed up into a backpack and ready to explore what the world had to offer. Despite my situation, I was pretty optimistic. It always worked out, and I was young enough to not only believe that, but really, truly trust that the world before me would unfold into a more beautiful place than before in the wake of the destruction I was leaving behind me. In fact, I still believe that. Things always seem to have a way of working out, especially if you have faith that they will.
I told my friend what had went down and what plans, or lack-thereof I had, and he stopped me in my tracks. Not another word. It was an absolute moment of clarity. “Come back to work with me, and you can crash at my house until you get your own place.” he said to me. He didn’t even give me any wiggle room to agree or disagree, it was just how it was going to be. I couldn’t believe it. I had my mind made up that I had nowhere left to go and nothing left to do in this town, and now the doors just opened wider than I ever could have imagined, and with absolutely impeccable timing.
I could never explain how much it meant to me for him to do that. Not only did it change my life, but it really put it on track. He didn’t have to say anything else that day, I took my backpack and hiked off to his place and picked my life up from there. I stayed on a couch in his front room for a few month until I was able to rent a room elsewhere, but I couldn’t complain. I was less than a block away from one of the greatest beaches I had ever seen, and a few blocks away from the job he helped me into. I worked with him for over a year, part time learning a hands on art trade, and the other half of the time I was a line cook at a greasy restaurant serving tourists until I could do my art full time.
As I was transitioning from “wild kid” to at least some semblance of an adult, my friend was there for me. It was one of the first times that I really got pulled out of “hot water” in life and felt confident that someone had my back. Just when I thought I didn’t have any help, I found I could rely on someone that really went the extra mile to encourage, motivate and inspire me to be the person I am today. Not only did I learn that I could lean on a friend in a time of need, but it also reinforced my belief that in life, you get what you give. When one door closes, another one can open up so wide that you can’t help but wander through it.
If it weren’t for that helping hand in my early 20’s I don’t know where I would have been. I had met some of my very best friends to this day thanks to him, I have had a career that has lasted me over ten years thanks to him, and in a roundabout way, that career turned me into the person I am today, it helped me meet my wife, and we have a wonderful family, a home, and everything we could ever ask for.
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