A lesson in perspective - again

Coming to the end of a chapter always makes one look back and wonder, What kind of year has it been?

At dinner one night my friend P said he was looking through his journal and thought, what a bad year. My friend S wisely rebutted: “Well, maybe it’s because you only write on your journal when something bad happens.” You could tell P took a step back in his head. Other friends at the table started to rattle off:

S: You got a cool new car!
F: and you learned to drive stick on it! J taught you.
A: You got into two really bad car accidents and nothing to show for it except for one scar on your arm and a sore rib.
F: You got promoted at work
P: oh yeah… I didn’t write about that one…
P: … and Costa Rica was good.
E: yeah! See?
P: And I didn’t die.

And that’s what friends are for.

Happy Birthday, P. Thanks for lettin' me drive your car. And for Sokol. And for noodles. And for hiking trips. And for sangria. And for calling me. And for much more to come.