Random People Impact Our Lives

During college a friend of a friend, whose name I no longer recall, needed a ride to the train station. The mutual friend wasn’t available. The depot was less than an hour’s drive from my apartment, so I offered to give him a lift. 

I was the proverbial starving student, working through college at minimum wage jobs. My education included student loans, egg salad, and tuna fish. I couldn’t go near either food for a decade following graduation, but they were cheap. Pennies counted. Okay, quarters, but you get the idea. I was poor.

He was a college graduate, working full-time, and doing well financially. As we talked during our drive, he insisted I take a $20 tip for the ride. With gas prices in the early days of the 1980s, twenty bucks meant multiple weeks driving around. We had a huge debate about me accepting money for the act I chose to do out of kindness. He finally stuffed the bill in the glove box. “You may not need it now, but you will some time. Keep it in the car or your wallet, tucked away, and it will always be there.”.

Carrying on the $20 Bill Tradition

Since the hot summer of 1980, I’ve had a twenty hidden somewhere connected to my car. Struggling financially or flush, the twenty remained in my glovebox, purse, checkbook, wallet, or the present hiding place…. 

Had I realized I’d be doing this forty years later, I would have neurotically noted the year I used the bill and why.

That bill served multiple purposes. It filled a gas tank or splurged on drinks with a friend the night before payday. That stashed bill gave me a modicum of security. It’s always there, available, ready to help me out of a jam. Or be passed to someone who needs it more than I do at that precise moment.

That $20 is Like Having a Friend Nearby 

You know the kind of person I’m talking about. The folks we tuck into a crevasse in our lives. We know they’re invariably prepared to be pulled out to support us at a moment’s notice. Those are the friends who love us without fail and without question. 

Each person got pulled into my orbit and I into theirs. With everyone I’ve kept over the decades, I wonder why I can’t remember $20-bill-man’s-name. We were only in the same stratosphere for a short time and yet look at the impact he’s had on my life.

They know we’re wacky around the edges and that we don’t unfailingly make the right decisions. Friends accept when we don’t remember to say thank you or forget to be gracious to them. But they keep loving us.

Which, psst, means they’re wacky, too. Right?

Cell phone wallet

Maintaining Our Friendships

I love sending cards—randomly as the mood strikes, birthdays, the arrival of spring, the celebration of anything. Christmas holidays usually has me mailing about sixty cards. I write notes or letters. Maybe in one I tuck in a photo; another I draw funny faces with colored pens. I’ve collected friends from living in different states, traveling to different countries, from jobs, and a longing for diverse friendships.

Friends are tucked into special places in each other’s hearts. We pull them out at the right time for the right purpose for the right need only that friendship provides. Maybe it’s something as simple as filling one another’s laughter quota for a day. I have one friend I call up and ask, “giggle for me,” and Tricia does and the world is righted. Or, maybe, it’s giving someone a lift to the train station.

Writing this post has me looking at that twenty in a new light. When I’ve been flush and a friend hasn’t, I’ve slipped a twenty to them and explained why. Wonder if anyone has passed on the tradition? What a fun example of how the little things we do in life ripple into the world around us.

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Read: The Gift of Friendship