Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Close To Home

It's funny how you can see something so much clearer once you've had time to miss it.  I hadn't been to my brother-in-law's famous pig roast in almost a decade, so of course its beauties had long since escaped me. But as we arrived the day before to help him set up, I suddenly realized that our assistance wasn't needed at all.  That was because there were already literally dozens of Brian's closest friends flooding down the driveway to help.  There were guys young and old simply appearing with truck beds overflowing with firewood, chairs, tents, and anything and everything one could imagine.  It was simply as if everybody Brian had ever known wanted to lend a hand.  And as they joked and jabbed at each other with the kind of familiarity only the closest of friends can possess, an unexpected jealousy suddenly arose within me as I soon realized how special what he had truly was.  For most of my life I had silently pitied those who had never dared to live outside the comfortable boundaries of their hometown, but in seeing all that Brian now had by staying and building lifelong friendships there, it truly made me appreciate the path he had chosen and allowed me to finally realize that I should never again judge a person for choosing to stay close to home.








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