Everyone Needs A Julie Eckman

Everyone needs a Julie Eckman in his or her life. Over the 30 plus years I have known Julie Eckman she has blessed my life in numerous ways:

• She sends me a birthday card each year telling me how much she appreciates and treasures our friendship.
• She listens to my dreams and hopes as well as discouragements as if she had nothing else to do in her life.
• She not only buys the book I have written, but she also reads it and shares it with others.
• She supports my many endeavors even when they are more than a little crazy in any way that her health will allow.
• She withholds judgment when my behavior is less than what it should be and focuses instead on my better self and my potential.

Research studies have indicated that people are blessed if they can count on one hand all the true friends they have had in their lifetime. I am blessed that Julie is one of those friends for me. My only regret is that in our limited time together Julie is so busy being this kind of friend to me that I have neglected being that kind of friend to her.

It Only Takes A Minute Or Two

A couple of weeks ago I called my dear friend, Kate Asbill, seeking her advice on a dilemma that was causing me much anguish. This busy woman gave me her full attention for about an hour listening as if she had nothing else to do but listen to me. Because she was listening to my heart she was able to offer wise words of counsel that helped me to see how my behavior might be contributing to the unpleasant situation. After all, that is what I wanted--advise on how to better the situation not have someone share a "pity and ain't it awful party" with me.

Kate's kindness did not end once the telephone conversation ended. She followed up with a handwritten encouraging note written in a friendship card with the reminder, "When life gives you rain, God gives you rainbows." Then yesterday I received an email from her asking how things were going with my dilemma and reminding me to hang in there. She also included some humor that made me laugh sharing that it has been proven that if we look at the color yellow for 18 seconds our spirits will be lifted, and she knew that it was true because she had read it in the Enquirer.

The dilemma I was facing has not disappeared but Kate's kindnesses that didn't take her more than a minute or two to show her friendship and support give me that added strength to keep on trudging with a positive outlook.

P.S. By the way I did follow Kate's advise and looked at the color yellow for 18 seconds +...and it did lift my spirits! Maybe the Enquirer does contain some truth once in awhile.