And so passed the sixth day of the week. Then came the Sabbath, Sunday, the day many look forward to a drive through the mountains in high-powered automobiles, a trip to the beach, a round of golf, or perhaps just a quiet day at home relaxing, enjoying a visit from the loved ones and those dear to them. My most cherished wish today is to know someone will come to see me.
There was a time in my life when I thought and even remarked that people, friends and enemies alike, were just a matter of fact. I took them for granted. “Do you want to see a picture of my sweetheart?” I would ask my friends. Then I’d show them a silver dollar or whip out a fifty-dollar bill and say there is the best friend I ever had, in fact my only friend.
That’s all very well and I have learned these material friends and sweethearts are not the real stuff after all. They come and go and are very fickle; they let you down when you most need them.
Today I re-read the two previous paragraphs and came to the conclusion the only important words in them are in the last sentence in the first paragraph: “to know someone will come to see me.”
