Meeting With Emily
I ran met Emily, another soccer team parent, on the sidelines of the field. Without my uttering a single word, she seemed to know the storm that was building in my life. “Is everything alright, Carmen?” With worried eyes, she inquired. Her offer of friendship seemed like a lifeline, even though we hadn’t spoken much previously. I was appreciative of her instincts and acknowledged that I “could really use some company.” “We should get coffee sometime,” she said with a smile and a nod of comprehension.
Meeting With Emily
Coffee And Confessions
The following day, Emily stopped by for coffee. I wanted someone to confide in who wasn’t part of the catastrophe that had become my life.
I responded, “Thanks for coming,” in dire need of an unbiased viewpoint. The words poured forth over boiling coffee cups. Scott suddenly wants a divorce after winning the lotto! I cried out. Emily gave the type of encouragement that only a new, objective friend can provide while listening carefully and nodding in agreement.
Coffee And Confessions
