Someone once asked...
Someone answered with kindness...
A man in his forties once told me he had hundreds of contacts and no one to call at 2 a.m. He wasn't exaggerating for effect. He genuinely didn't know who to dial. As children, friendship happens by accident — same classroom, same street. As adults, it requires something we're rarely taught: initiative without the guarantee of return. You have to reach out first, again and again, often without knowing if it's wanted. Real friendship, later in life, isn't found. It's built, slowly, by people willing to look a little foolish showing up first.