Torch in the Dark

Two weekends ago, I was surprised to hear from one of my oldest*and dearest friends of mine, M.

Turns out M was slated to be in town for a few days, vending at a local convention.

After a bit of small talk and catching up, M asked me if I would be available to assist with vending, as their assistants inexplicably bailed.

Little did I know that I was in for an intense whirlwind of activity for four straight days.

But the work wasn’t all that difficult, and it was the fact that M needed help…

And I resolved to be there for them.

When they asked me why it was that I would so readily drop everything to ‘be there’ – I explained that it was because M had been that sort of friend to me, once long ago, and I was only doing what I felt was appropriate in response.

You see, M was once my torch in the dark…and I remembered.