Michael O.

I have a wonderful friend named Michael, who I met at EFY last summer, that I often talk to on the phone. I honestly always miss his calls (I think I miss 88% of the calls I receive, so I guess this is not a surprise), but he is patient and either calls me again or waits for me to call him back. This sometimes takes days, but he is a loyal friend and has decided that he wants to keep in touch, and I really appreciate that. He lives in Nebraska, and doesn't have texting or Facebook, so phone calls are our only source of communication. It's fun though, talking to someone who is so far away. It makes this huge world seem a little smaller, even if it's just for 20 minutes.

He and I became friends very randomly. We were waiting for a class to end so that we could go inside for the next class, and happened to be standing next to each other and started talking. Our conversation became a get-to-know-you session, and we basically were friends from then on. It was cool to have a friend outside of my company. I loved my company with all of my heart, and will never forget the bond we had (I truly believe we had all been friends before), but Michael was different. We sort of counted on each other when we needed to just breathe for a while, talk to someone new. I have to say, despite how much I love my Many Fishers friends, I don't really keep in touch with any of them. Just Michael. He is just a genuinely good person, and for whatever reason is interested in my strange life. I like people who care just because; I like to have people in my life that I know will always listen.