About a month ago, I was experiencing some discomfort in my chest and had trouble breathing. I drove myself to the Emergency Room at a local hospital. After carefully examining me and learning all about my medical history, the doctors decided to keep me overnight. That really surprised me; I’ve always been in good health. My doctor informed me that they wanted to be careful, considering the fact that my brother died of a heart attack at an early age. As I lay in that hospital, concerned about my health and uncertain about my future, millions of thoughts flooded my mind. It’s amazing the clarity of wisdom that comes when you’re uncertain about tomorrow.
I thought about my family and whether or not I should call. I decided not to. I wanted to wait to for the outcome of the tests before sharing news that could alarm any of my family members.
I thought about the one person whom I had been good friends with for about 20 years, we were like brothers. I thought about how he chose to push me away—when I needed him the most—and I could not understand why. I was definitely missing something. However, in his own justification he firmly stated, “I cannot allow your issues to become my partners issues.” His words echoed in my head. Wow, our 20-year friendship was less about friendship and more about how helping me could have negative affects on him and his partner. At that moment, the machine monitoring my blood pressure began to make a strange, alarming noise. The nurse came in and informed me that the machine will alarm to indicate when a patient’s blood pressure is a little high. She then gave me medicine to lower my pressure. I realized then, that as much as it hurt, I had to let go of the stress and pain that I was feeling from this 20-year friendship; I could not allow it to continue to affect my health. Although I was still his friend, he had chosen not to be mine.
This decision was one of the hardest I’ve ever had to make, I put off making this decision because of the thought of losing such a good friend. At times, just thinking about making such a decision would place me on the edge of despair. I would hurt to the point of numbness. I was wounded by painful circumstances of a loved one’s distressing actions.
The next day, the doctors put me through quite a few tests, all which came back negative. My doctor attributed my chest pain and trouble breathing to either stress or a panic attack. Whatever the case, I was happy.
After leaving the hospital, I made time to talk to my friend. The result of our conversation confirmed what I was so sure of when I was laying in the hospital bed. I had made a 20-year investment in a friend who easily turned his back on me when I needed him the most. I could forgive him, but I no longer wanted him to be a part of my life.
Sometimes friendships and relationships end. However, we have to lean on God at all times and grow from the situation. This is how the faith muscle becomes strong.