I'm fighting myself tonight...I have stacks of paperwork to do, student papers to check, and also hosting a student too, who loves to watch me using the internet...hmmm. (But not right now-haha!)
Presently, my English part knows I need space, I like my space, I love it, value it, hold it close and treasure it...but my other blood wants to give up my space and share...this is often the ultimate outcome, but as I get older, I feel that I'll dedicate time to others in a set period, (not regimented, just 'as and when' throughout every day), and during those times I'll give my full attention, in addition to teaching, but after...I think I have a right to 'my time' ...right?
It shouldn't be a problem, I've done this often enough, but I just worry about it tonight.
Well, my dear friend is a little high, little low and seems to increasingly need my attention. I'm alarmed at the level of need she now requires, whereby it's eaten into both our daily routines by hours rather than minutes. The tragic loss of her parents, to seperate illnesses, both this year, has been devastating and has changed her persona quite strikingly. There for the grace of God go all of us.
Recently, she did something rather dangerous, perhaps even the ultimate sacrifice...without going into details, as I'm sure you know where this is coming from...and fortunately, luckily, I was able to keep her talking, online, and keep her mind active enough until a doctor was found, and all was well the following day.
Now my dilema...do I quietly let her live her life, (she is over 30), or do I stand solidly by her, supportingly?
Of course I'll always be there for her, no question...but how far should a dear friend go?
My mind is by her side right now, unwaveringly...I believe this is what all good, real buddies should do.
