When I was very young, some time around third grade, my teacher must have seen something in me. She requested that I have an I.Q. test administered. My parents didn’t tell me what I scored at the time, but I knew it had to be pretty good because I was immediately placed in a program my school had which was called the “gifted” program.
Sometimes when I go to Wendy’s, I am met at the drive through window by someone unexpected – a person of middle age. Every single time this happens, which is quite often, I wonder to myself; “How did this person wind up here?”
Over the years I have gained, and lost, many friends. I feel much of this might be due to my own attitude as I have been told that I can be difficult to be friends with. Part of it, though, is that I think many people do not know how to be a good friend, or what it means to be a friend to someone else.