The Friendship Formula

By Jim Hagarty
2018

I said to someone I admire: “I like your friends. They are wonderful.”

“Do you really think so?” asked my friend.

“Of course I do,” I replied.

“How did I get so lucky,” she asked.

“You didn’t get lucky at all,” I told her.

My friend look puzzled.

“No luck involved,” I continued. “It is simple cause and effect at work.”

I could see my friend was tiring of my riddles.

“You have wonderful friends because you are wonderful. How could it be otherwise?”

And she is.

I don’t know a lot in this world but I do know that.

And it makes me feel better about myself to know she is my friend.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.