This week was the annual TCU guys trip. Still on the trip as I write. For 26 years 8 guys from TCU have gone on a trip to play some golf, go to a football game and just be…friends.
It’s really unique. 8 guys that have been friends since college. Through all walks of life from single to married to kids to college aged to empty nest. Guys that make a lot of money and guys that don’t. Three things in common. Faith, friends and TCU. We don’t just get together once a year, we are also on a txt string where I’m guessing more than 5,000 txts per year trade hands.
As the week comes to a close with all that’s gone on the last 180 days, I find myself more grateful than I thought I would be. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always been grateful. But something different this year.
It’s been 180 days since the darkest days ever. 6 months. Just 6 months ago I couldn’t have imagined the next 6 months. It’s not been easy. At all. But what this trip has taught me more than most years is the value of friendship. The Bible would say it this way, “Pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up”.
I have great friends. Not just these 8 guys…I have many friends. I’m beyond blessed.
I used to say something sort of morbid and dumb but what I would say is I just needed 6 friends. Why? Because I needed 6 to carry the casket.
As I have time to sit and think this weekend and look back over the last 180 days I find myself being grateful. I’m blessed with more than 6 friends. Many more. I have a lot to be grateful for.
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