It is my great pleasure to relate that I have had a chance encounter with a woman who I must now consider the world’s greatest friend. Not my friend, nor even my acquaintance, no, I had only the most tangential of contacts with this woman, but even that brief moment is simply inspiring.
Because, you see, when I got up and snagged that dollar from underneath those empty seats, and then walked back to hand the single dollar to my husband, she stalked over to us, brimming with righteousness.
“That’s my friend’s money!”
She knew. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, she knew that dollar belonged to her friend. And, being such a good friend, she couldn’t let one single dollar pass into the hands of random strangers at a hockey game unchallenged.
We didn’t really know how to react – we were not prepared to interact with such devotion. My husband handed her the dollar without a word and I, well, I had been drinking and I may have been hard pressed to keep from giggling at her quest for a single dollar that she somehow knew belonged to her rowdy friends. Drinking can make one unaware of such brushes with greatness.
And so later, when two of the six rowdy friends returned, she gave them that dollar.
I know it was only a dollar, but I like to believe that they were warmed by her gesture. That they knew themselves to be in the presence of a person endowed with greater compassion and conviction than they deserved.
Could there have been, after all, any truer display of Great Friendship? I submit there could not.