When Friends Become Family
Sometimes, it takes us being in strange place to realise certain things in our lives. I say it's odd because I wouldn't exactly call being 30,000 feet in the air familiar. Last July, on my way back to Maryland from California after having one of the worst LAX experiences, I had an epiphany. To be fair, I've not had a good experience so far flying out of LAX, but this one was just horrible. No, it has nothing to do with United Airlines. I'm not saying that I have not had a bad experience with United, I have. However, I did not complain about it then so I am not about to do so now. Anyway, back to my flight. I was sitting next to a much older man who seemed keen on starting a conversation with yours truly. Being the antisocial pro that I am, I opened my computer and started reading "Run Your Own Corporation" by Garrett Sutton. One of my favourites by the way. Not knowing that Garrett Sutton was also one of his favourites. So he asks me if I owned a business I said yes and that I was trying to get all my ducks in a row.
He told me that he owned an IT company and was just coming back from a seminar in California. I said I was coming back from visiting my brother in Los Angeles. We then had a long talk about how owning a business be it a start-up like mine or an established company like his can be demanding. While I genuinely was interested in the topic being discussed, I was not in the mood for conversations. I prefer my flights quiet. We went our separate ways once we reached our layover destination. I almost immediately forgot about this little encounter except for the part where I told him that I was visiting my brother. During my next flight, I started thinking; at what point do friends become part of your family? I kept thinking about this because I could not recall the last time I thought of Will as my friend and not my brother. This is a man I would do anything for and one of the very few people who can honestly say he understands the things that motivate me.
If you are wondering why I am making this a topic, well there are two reasons; the first one is the fact that I was at the airport for several hours waiting for my next flight and the second has to do with my experience with members of my family. Don't get me wrong, I have always been about family. You could not tell me anything about family. However, I have come to realise that loyalty is not always reciprocated and some of the worst enemies you'll ever have might come from within. Two years ago, I decided that it was time that I cut the cord and see who comes along for the ride. Well, my brother, Will has been there from the start, and to me and mine, his family. Someone once said that friends are the family you choose, but that is not entirely accurate because I've had friends whom I gave my all and all I got back was mediocre friendship.
If you are wondering what my brother looks like, I have taken the liberty to share his picture with his permission of course.