Two evenings ago Charles and I were heading home from the golf driving range, and we saw a beautiful sunset over a local pond (image above). We stopped the car to take a few pictures; thankfully I carry my camera with me everywhere! Whenever I see beams of sunshine pierce through clouds it reminds me of heaven's light shining down on us, and I'm also reminded of our loved ones in heaven who are watching over us. I always think of my brother, Jon, but that day I also thought of his best friend, Jeremy, and wanted to share a story about how they met. I hope this uplifts you on this Wednesday...
They met on the first day of second grade. It was a rough day for them both.
Jonny got made fun of for being the shortest kid in the entire class (unfortunate child, even all the girls were taller!). His classmate Jeremy got teased for being the heaviest.
Among their misery Jonny and Jeremy consoled each other. They learned their birthdays were only one day apart. Then they discovered how much they had in common. Soon they were the best of friends.
It was so cute to hear them call each other "brother from another mother," because their appearances were so different. Jon had light colored skin, whereas Jeremy's was the color of dark chocolate. Jonny was the smallest and Jeremy the tallest in their class. But they never let anything as silly as size or skin color effect what they called their "brother-ship."
Jonny knew Jeremy was sensitive about hearing the f-word in any context (no, not that f-word, the one that rhymes with cat), so he came up with an alternative. "Why don't we call things that are large 'fluffy,'" he suggested. "Fluffy is a nice word that makes me think of soft kittens and warm blankets."
"We shouldn't use the word short either," Jeremy agreed. "We'll use 'petite.' That means small in French, but it means nice things like eclairs and shrimp."
The boys did much more than simply help each other with their insecurities. They defined what a true friendship is by encouraging each other to become the best they could be and to fulfill the potential that God had given them.
They remained best friends throughout the remainder of both of their tragically much-too-short lives.
Sweet Jeremy died at the age of twenty, of a bacterial infection that damaged his heart. Sgt. Jon followed him five years later.
I imagine Jeremy's reaction in heaven as they were reunited to be: "Jonny! What are you doing here so quickly?!"
Now both beautiful boys are among the angels. Their story is a permanent inspiration of a friendship that never let anything as silly as size or skin color affect their bond.