Sara

As a part of iLoveFriends month, I’ve decided to use my talent to show love to some special people in my life. I was praying about little ways to show that I care, but money is very (Lord-oh-so-very) tight these days. My words, however, are free.

Today I want to take a moment to speak very highly (and honestly) about a woman who has been my friend since ninth grade: Ms. Sara.

Having transferred from catholic school (which I attending from pre-school through 8th grade) to high school was scary for me. I questioned the safety, the academic challenge, and the fashion. No uniforms? What was I to wear? Mostly though, I questioned who in the world would I spend my time with? My friends were all going to the catholic high school, and I was being thrust into a world of gangs and hand guns (note over dramatics here).

As luck would have it, I met two very awesome ladies within the first few weeks of school. And on the day I was singing the national anthem at the school’s basketball game, we made plans to hang out! I was so excited to have actually made high school friends!

That night- their parents were late picking me up and I ended up having to walk to the game. But we met up there, and (thankfully) they wanted to grab food after the game. Being freshmen, we were joyfully carted around by parents whenever we needed to go somewhere, and I remember thinking that the music being played in the car (rock) was scary, but the company was awesome!

That night I began an amazing friendship with Sara, and I don’t remember a time in my life without her.

She was there through the AP paper, the drama plays, the speech tournaments. She was there through the proms, the kisses at lockers (boys of course), the mischievous plans to sneak out at night. She was there through the midget house runs, the “never surrenders”, and the “bag it up”s. Sara was there when we went to Ohio University (she actually stayed- I left foolishly junior year). She was there through the sorority parties, the Halloweens, and the fake IDs(I didn’t have one, of course). She was there through the Women studies classes, the black woman class I skipped, and the tests we crammed for.

She was there when we graduated and lived back in our hometown. When I moved to Florida she supported my decision and loved me, even though she has yet to “love” any of my boyfriend choices.

She watched me grow into a teacher, and then a bible graduate student. Sara respected my beliefs in God and gave me room to freely hash out what I think to be true and self evident. She agrees with me when I say I think I’m called to share the Word of God, and doesn’t blink when thinking about my not-so-shiny past. She even honored me by having me in her wedding.

And now, Sara is there for the phone calls that seem to last for hours, but happen way too infrequently. She is there for every visit I make back home to Ohio, greeting me with a hug and a few good stories. In short, Sara has been and still is there for me. That’s invaluable, to say the least.

She is, by far, one of my favorite people on the planet. When I thank God for my friends, she instantly comes to my mind. She’s an old soul with a young mind, and her heart is genuine and beautiful. She is someone I love having on “my team” and a woman who makes me want to be a stronger woman every time I hear her voice.

Sara- I absolutely love and adore you.

Thank you for being my friend!

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DanniWrites

I am a 32 year old teacher in Georgia, originally from Ohio (Go Buckeyes!). I am also a singer and I recently taught myself how to play guitar. For fun, I enjoy reading and lots of Netflix binges, which is my American right! I have also been known to cycle, run half marathons, and do just about whatever I set my mind to. A charming shepherd-mix dog named Kingsley lives with me and keeps me laughing at his antics at every turn. I am learning how to love the life I live with each passing day. Sometimes it's easy...other times, I write about it.

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