On my counter in my kitchen sits a slate sign that a very good friend gave me years ago. It comes from Ireland. So does my friend. It is very special to me and it has sat in every kitchen since I lived on West 82nd Street in New York. It slipped and fell onto the counter once, and broke in two. But I lovingly glued it back together. And it still sits on the counter. On it there is a picture of an angel, and a saying: "Angels are often disguised as friends".
How true is that?
My friend who gave me this plaque is, as you can imagine, a very special person to me. Someone who has been in my life a long time, but someone I know will always be there. She's been there, thick and thin. Boyfriends, jobs, apartments, pets... and yes, even a husband have all come and gone. Thick and thin. She, in a lot of ways, has been an angel to me over the years.
Since I moved here 3 and a half years ago, I really struggled to make new friends. It was hard. I didn't find people that I clicked with. I missed my old friends.
Finally!! Finally!! I did! I met some wonderful girls that I have so much fun with now. We talk almost every day. We share our problems, triumphs and excitement. I was really saved from the boredom, the depression and the anxiety of not having any good girlfriends brings.
Tonight, as I am cleaning up after having a couple of girlfriends over for wine, food, and a good chat, I notice my plaque.
Angels are often disguised as friends.
Yes, these two are also my angels. Aren't I lucky!?