This is a very short story, but a very inspiring short story at that.I
heard this a long time ago, and it really touched my heart. Maybe you know
it already - a wonderful reminder of what friends are really for: they are there for you. Always.
(I do not know who is the author of the original story- proper credit would be given if I did.)
In WW1 an English soldier watched in horror how his lifelong friend fell under gunfire. All the soldiers had to retreat. The soldier went to ask permission from the lieutenant to go and fetch his friend from the no-mans-land.
The lieutenant gave permission, but added: "It is hardly worth it. Your friend is probably dead and you may die too."
The soldier did not care about the warnings and miraculously he did reach his friend, lifted him to his shoulders and stumbled back. He was wounded in the process.
The lieutenant helped them to safety and noticed the soldier´s friend was dead.
"I am sorry for your friend - but I told you it was not worth it. Your friend is dead and now you are also seriously wounded."
"I have to disagree with you. It was worth it", the soldier answered.
"What ever do you mean?" the lieutenant wondered.
"It was worth it", the soldier repeated. "When I got to my friend, he was still alive and said ´Jim, I knew you would never leave me.´ "
There is a saying that friendship is one soul dwelling in two bodies. And true friendship indeed is like that. A friends knows your good and weak points, has the courage to point out to you even painful things you need to see, and is willing to share in your joys and sorrows. They brighten up your day by their mere existence.
Friends are like flowers in the garden of life.
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