Over my lifetime, I have met many friends. Some have stayed with me over the course of time; others have drifted in and out. One thing that I have always believed in is that it’s the person inside that counts as a friend, nothing at all to do with how they look.
I am lucky to have wonderful friends from all over the world. Many I have met whilst living in London. Some I met through traveling and others through other friends. There are some people I know, whom I would not call friends that see things differently. They would judge a person on their nationality, ethnicity, age or physical appearance before they got to know them as a person.
I feel sad for people like that as once you have the feeling that someone is a friend for life than there really is no better feeling. This week one of my closest friends called me up and said that she needed my help. I won’t go into too many details, but the help was given and we met up for a few days of letting off some steam after work and just having a good time.
My friend I have known for almost 7 years. We have travelled together; we talk on the phone and share a lot of things in common. Both of us come from totally different backgrounds but the love of life that we share makes this friendship one that will last forever.
When we went out so many people were commenting on how my friend looked like a “typical Swedish bimbo”. How wrong they could be. Behind her beautiful smile lies an even better spirit. That is what makes her one of my best friends in life. The sort of friend who will wake up at 5am if you need someone to speak to, the kind of friend that would be there for you no matter how busy they were.
Let me raise one more glass to Sandra. Truly on of life’s greatest friends.
