friendship
C.S Lewis got it right: friendship is born when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one!"
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We who were transferred to St. David School – Grades 7 through 10 – from the various other Roman Catholic schools in Waterloo in the fall of 1967 were, I think, fairly pleased with our new digs. For those of us in Grades 7 and 8 especially, things had taken quite a turn as we went from sitting in one classroom, with one teacher the entire day, to having a Homeroom where core subjects were taught by our Homeroom teacher in the morning then, in the afternoon, we got to wander from pillar to post and classroom to classroom for such exotic subjects as French and Guidance, Typing and Music. There was even a Science lab and dedicated Art classroom. The Science lab had Bunsen burners and the Art room held magical properties. Being a Catholic bunch, we also had one class a week in something called “Revelation” which, really, was just a word to lull us into a sense of not having religion jammed down our throats.
By Marie McGrath4 years ago in Humans
Smart
As the unraveled mouse gave a wild leap to the floor, the rug, slipping its fastening at either end, also came down with a heart-curdling flop, and almost simultaneously the awakened sleeper opened her eyes. With a movement almost quicker than the mouse's, Theodoric pounced on the rug and hauled its ample folds chin-high over his dismantled person as he collapsed into the farther corner of the carriage. The blood raced and beat in the veins of his neck and forehead, while he waited dumbly for the communication cord to be pulled. The lady, however, contented herself with a silent stare at her strangely muffled companion. How much had she seen, Theodoric queried to himself; and in any case what on earth must she think of his present posture? "I think I have caught a chill," he ventured desperately. "Really, I'm sorry," she replied. "I was just going to ask you if you would open this window." "I fancy it's malaria," he added, his teeth chattering slightly, as much from fright as from a desire to support his theory. "I've got some brandy in my holdall, if you'll kindly reach it down for me," said his companion. "Not for worlds--I mean, I never take anything for it," he assured her earnestly. "I suppose you caught it in the tropics?" Theodoric, whose acquaintance with the tropics was limited to an annual present of a chest of tea from an uncle in Ceylon, felt that even the malaria was slipping from him. Would it be possible, he wondered to disclose the real state of affairs to her in small installments? "Are you afraid of mice?" he ventured, growing, if possible, more scarlet in the face. "Not unless they came in quantities. Why do you ask?" "I had one crawling inside my clothes just now," said Theodoric in a voice that hardly seemed his own. "It was a most awkward situation." "It must have been, if you wear your clothes at all tight," she observed. "But mice have strange ideas of comfort." "I had to get rid of it while you were asleep," he continued. Then, with a gulp, he added, "It was getting rid of it that brought me to-to this." "Surely leaving off one small mouse wouldn't bring on a chill," she exclaimed, with a levity that Theodoric accounted abominable. Evidently she had detected something of his predicament, and was enjoying his confusion. All the blood in his body seemed to have mobilized in one concentrated blush, and an agony of abasement, worse than a myriad mice, crept up and down over his soul. And then, as reflection began to assert itself, sheer terror took the place of humiliation. With every minute that passed the train was rushing nearer to the crowded and bustling terminus, where dozens of prying eyes would be exchanged for the one paralyzing pair that watched him from the farther corner of the carriage. There was one slender, despairing chance, which the next few minutes must decide. His fellow traveler might relapse into a blessed slumber. But as the minutes throbbed by that chance ebbed away. The furtive glance which Theodoric stole at her from time to time disclosed only an unwinking wakefulness. "I think we must be getting near now," she presently observed. Theodoric had already noted with growing terror the recurring stacks of small, ugly dwellings that heralded the journey's end. The words acted as a signal. Like a hunted beast breaking cover and dashing madly toward some other haven of momentary safety he threw aside his rug, and struggled frantically into his disheveled garments. He was conscious of dull suburban stations racing past the window, of a choking, hammering sensation in his throat and heart, and of an icy silence in that corner toward which he dared not look. Then as he sank back in his seat, clothed and almost delirious, the train slowed down to a final crawl, and the woman spoke. "Would you be so kind," she asked, "as to get me a porter to put me into a cab? It's a shame to trouble you when you're feeling unwell, but being blind makes one so helpless at a railway station.
By Mintoo kumar Yadav4 years ago in Humans
I Am So Lucky
178. In the year 2021, I found 178 four-to-seven leafed clovers. My individual records are 56 in one day found and eight days in a row found. This is not the first time I have found four-leafed clovers, but this is the first year I have ever found them in such abundance. This is the first stretch of time I ever took time to actively seek them out. I think after the last two years the world had given all of us, it was nice to have a bit of good luck.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her4 years ago in Humans
Dear Smash-leigh,
Dear Smash-leigh, You are my hometown hero-did you know this? I don’t have any friends who have known me as long as you have. I don’t have any friends who make me smile like you do either. We have made long and short mistakes in our 20 years as friends; some together, some apart. Your smarts and strength surpass mine, and always will. I thank you for the everyday friendly challenges you pose to me as my type of mentor. You are wild and tenacious, spontaneous and responsible, and most of all kind. Your community outreach inspires me the most. When you told me you won an award for your volunteering, I was in awe and wonder of you. I’ve met many kinds of people going from Wisconsin to living in New York and you never fail to amaze me. You think and support others so appropriately and your answers ring true so loudly to me through your actions. I wish to be more like you.
By Sally Writes4 years ago in Humans
Friendship Is An Emotion- A Few Beautiful Moments I Shared With My Friends
Hi Friends & Family!😎 Today I'd like to talk about my pals. When I write this, my hand trembles with excitement. Friendship is akin to having a culture. In life, friendship is a solid relationship. Friendship is an essential component of human life. Friends motivate people to make progress in their lives. Friendships play an important role in doing great things in life. Just walking alongside someone does not make you a true buddy. The true friend is the one who stands with you in times of danger. I also have a few pals with whom I continue to share my life narrative.
By Spondan Chowdhury4 years ago in Humans
