I once heard it said that “a true friend knows the song in your heart and will whisper it back to you when you’ve forgotten it.”

I began to think about that, on quite a few levels. First, what is the song in my heart? Second, who knows it and will sing it back to me when I’ve forgotten it? And third, whose son do I know so that I can sing it to them when they forget it?

As to the first one, I’m not really sure I know… I know I love to help people, especially youth as they work through their crap, but is that my song? Or is that just part of it? If that is just part of it, then what is the rest?

Who knows my song, and who will sing it back to me? Those are two very different things. I think more people than we realize know our songs, but how many of them are willing to take the time to sing it back to us when maybe, we don’t want to hear it… I don’t really know. I know who I think would, but until I need someone to sing it to me, I don’t really know if they actually will or not…

Whose song do I know? And more importantly, who will I have the balls (sorry for the term, ladies) to actually say it to, even when they don’t want to hear it? The best example of this is Sam from Lord of the Rings… Near the end of The Two Towers, Frodo can’t go on anymore, and it’s to sam to whisper back to Frodo that song he had forgotten…

Sam: It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.

Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?

Sam: That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo… and it’s worth fighting for.

There. Frodo needed to be reminded of why he needed to do what he was trying to do. And Sam was there. Sam was the best friend a guy (or girl) could ever ask for… I want to be a Sam, and I know I have a Sam (or two) out there who have my back when I can’t go on anymore…

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