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A simple phone call
BY AMBER ROKYTA
I’ve talked many times about the people in my life, and today is no different. Today, I got a phone call from probably one of my favorite people in the world. This person has designated himself as my surrogate older brother since I am an only child and have none of my own. He has always been there to tell me things will be okay, and it’ll get better when it’s rough. His name is Michael. Even to this day when he calls, he almost always asks if there is anyone he needs to beat up. He hates seeing me sad or heartbroken. He’s seen me at my worst, but still loves me in his own special way.
I can’t remember when we actually met, but I remember many years of going to the movies, playing in the pool or going to dinner with our families. His sister was always my favorite babysitter. She took me for my first makeover. Our parents have always been great friends, but it’s a particular time that I remember spending with him that sticks out the most. When I was in elementary school (I cannot recall what grade), there was one day when my cousin broke his leg, Michael broke his arm, and I sliced my foot open at the beach. The funny thing is that none of us were together. I had to sit on my bed for weeks, because I could not walk without putting pressure on my foot and busting the stitches. He sat with his arm propped on a pillow while we watched “our” favorite movie, The Goonies, over and over again. It was that bonding experience that I treasure the most. It was a long time ago, but it’s the special occasion that I think of most fondly when I think of him. He’s so special to me that I don’t know what I’d do without him.
More times than I can count his emails, instant messages and Myspace messages have brightened my day when I needed them most. Yet today as I was thinking about so much and feeling even more stressed as the holidays approach, it was a simple phone call that made my day instantly better. He wanted to let me know he wouldn’t be home for Thanksgiving, but he’d be home for Christmas – my favorite holiday. We talked very briefly and he promised to call me back tonight to catch up. I know he will.
His birthday is on Sunday, another birthday I cannot share with him, because Michael is in the Army. Although he is not stationed overseas, he doesn’t live in Port Lavaca or even Texas. It’s hard, because there are days when I just want to call him and say let’s go to the beach or go to Victoria and just hang out, but I can’t. August 2007 was the last time we saw each other, and that was the first time in about 3 or 4 years. Our relationship is by no means normal. There are days, even months, that we don’t speak, but when we do, it’s as if things are no different, and time has not passed.
He really is one of my favorite people. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, and it’s true. For all the time I don’t get to see him, the time I do makes it so great. I am so thankful that God placed him in my life. Without him, there would be less humor and less fun. I may not tell him all the time, but he is my hero, and I look up him more than he’ll ever know. Things haven’t always been a gravy train, but he’s done what can and made me get through.
Our lives are very different, yet we are always connected. With Thanksgiving only days away, I hope that you will think about the people in your life and remind them about how thankful you are for them. Think about the simple phone calls that have changed your day and how “thankful” you were for them.
I can’t remember when we actually met, but I remember many years of going to the movies, playing in the pool or going to dinner with our families. His sister was always my favorite babysitter. She took me for my first makeover. Our parents have always been great friends, but it’s a particular time that I remember spending with him that sticks out the most. When I was in elementary school (I cannot recall what grade), there was one day when my cousin broke his leg, Michael broke his arm, and I sliced my foot open at the beach. The funny thing is that none of us were together. I had to sit on my bed for weeks, because I could not walk without putting pressure on my foot and busting the stitches. He sat with his arm propped on a pillow while we watched “our” favorite movie, The Goonies, over and over again. It was that bonding experience that I treasure the most. It was a long time ago, but it’s the special occasion that I think of most fondly when I think of him. He’s so special to me that I don’t know what I’d do without him.
More times than I can count his emails, instant messages and Myspace messages have brightened my day when I needed them most. Yet today as I was thinking about so much and feeling even more stressed as the holidays approach, it was a simple phone call that made my day instantly better. He wanted to let me know he wouldn’t be home for Thanksgiving, but he’d be home for Christmas – my favorite holiday. We talked very briefly and he promised to call me back tonight to catch up. I know he will.
His birthday is on Sunday, another birthday I cannot share with him, because Michael is in the Army. Although he is not stationed overseas, he doesn’t live in Port Lavaca or even Texas. It’s hard, because there are days when I just want to call him and say let’s go to the beach or go to Victoria and just hang out, but I can’t. August 2007 was the last time we saw each other, and that was the first time in about 3 or 4 years. Our relationship is by no means normal. There are days, even months, that we don’t speak, but when we do, it’s as if things are no different, and time has not passed.
He really is one of my favorite people. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, and it’s true. For all the time I don’t get to see him, the time I do makes it so great. I am so thankful that God placed him in my life. Without him, there would be less humor and less fun. I may not tell him all the time, but he is my hero, and I look up him more than he’ll ever know. Things haven’t always been a gravy train, but he’s done what can and made me get through.
Our lives are very different, yet we are always connected. With Thanksgiving only days away, I hope that you will think about the people in your life and remind them about how thankful you are for them. Think about the simple phone calls that have changed your day and how “thankful” you were for them.
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