Friendship is built upon many things: liking the same
things, dreaming for the same things, helping each other in need, and even
arguing over who will wear the red high heels that day. Not everyone is blessed with a friendship so
deep that it can overcome anything thrown at them, no matter how young they
were or how old they would become.
Two small girls discovered their friendship at a very young
age. They were a mere three-years-old when they started playing together on
what was then a quiet neighborhood on Madison Avenue. At first, the play times started as an hour
here and there until they were old enough to play on their own with supervision
by one of the girls’ mothers or the older siblings. When that time arrived, the girls developed a
strong bond built upon playing Barbie dolls on the front porch or playing house
in the “little house”.
One summer day, the girls decided to take a walk to the
corner (it was about as far as they could go alone). As they sat on the concrete of that corner
dreaming about what they might become when they grew up, they spotted a rock
that looked like a shell. That shell
would become a milestone that the two young girls would remember for the rest
of their lives.
Finding the shell became a game for the two girls. Out of the blue, one of the girls would say “let’s
go find our shell” and off they would go to the corner. It didn’t matter how long it took to find
their shell; they would sit on that corner until one of them did. The shell was hidden among the other rocks
embedded in the concrete and sometimes it took the girls what seemed like hours
to find their shell. It didn’t matter to
them; they had to find their shell!
The years passed and the girls grew up, but even as young
teens they would take off to find their shell.
The search for the shell was not only a game where the two girls could
compete; it was a time to share their inner most thoughts with each other. As with any neighborhood, improvements had to
be made. One day, the girls discovered that the corner block of concrete where
their shell lived for so many years was being destroyed. It was a sad day for the two girls who were
now “too old” to find their shell but the memories on that corner have lived on
in both of their lives.
The two girls are now grown women and have shared their
story about their shell and it is always done with a smile on their faces. The
shell will linger in the girls’ hearts forever. It’s not about the shell; it’s
about true friendship.
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