Blessed

This past week, I was lucky to be able to spend time with two of my very close friends who were in town visiting. They are a recently married couple and seem to be going through none of the dreaded so-called "period of adjustment" that the rest of my newly married friends seem to be experiencing. I could go on to extol their virtues ad infinitum but rather embarrass all of us with some MEGO (My Eyes Glaze Over) piece of purple prose, I thought I'd just say how grateful I am to have them in my life.

Without question, they have been there for me when I have needed them. But it's more than that. Having them as friends make me a better person because I want them to be as proud of me as I am of them. I think that this should be my standard of who I want to have in my life.

On a side note, I just have to say that pretty much every woman whom I respect in the world as a capable player, I've met through Allison. And I've met an awful lot of when in my life in all kinds of fields. She has the uncanny ability of surrounding herself with first-rate women. Uniformly across the board, I have been impressed and the latest person she introduced me to is no different. But the men? That's a different story. Outside of her husband and her father (whom I love dearly), every other man she's introduced me to has been either a poofter or competitive with me to the point of absurdity. We talked about this and came to no conclusions.

I wish they lived closer to me so that I might see them more often. Whenever I see them or even think of them, I think my injury is the best thing that ever happened to me for without it, I would have never had the chance to have these wonderful people in my life. That's why for all my failings, I still feel like God's favorite son. Whatever good has been taken away has been replaced by blessings immeasurable.