The Cellist


 Two are better than one, Because they have a good reward for their labor. 10 For if they fall, one will lift up his companion. But woe to him who is alone when he falls, For he has no one to help him up. 11 Again, if two lie down together, they will keep warm; But how can one be warm alone? 12 Though one may be overpowered by another, two can withstand him. And a threefold cord is not quickly broken. Ecclesiastes 4:9-12



It's interesting how God places people in our lives, sometimes people are just there --- in the background and we don't even realize that until the time comes that we need them.  When I think of the Cellist, I always imagine her as an angry 16 year old, towering over my seat on the school bus and shouting at me for some transgression or another. I was never serious enough for her, my religiosity could never match hers, and my love for entertaining with wisecracks only annoyed her. 

I can’t remember when I met the Cellist, it seems I’ve always known her, but I suppose I met her in junior high.   We played in the same Orchestra for several years, and then I moved to another state, theoretically to never hear from the Cellist, or flex my ability to annoy her again.   But, much to my dismay she popped up a few years later through a friend in college.

We moved in the same circles and made an uneasy alliance for the next decade and a half.  I found myself on the receiving end of her emails updating people of her new address, and rapidly brushing up the acquaintances in her life on the news of the day.   She married, had a child, divorced, moved across the country and back a few times and I followed via electronic letters. 

With the advent of Facebook, we became “friends” and the updates became more personal and more frequent.  When my son was diagnosed with kidney issues – she emailed me and let me know that her son, too had suffered with some kidney problems and she hoped that she could support me through this process.   I was wary and thankful. 

Then, later, as my world exploded and I discovered the sad truth that there is nothing in this world that will show you who your true friends are better than having a huge personal drama take place.  One by one I watched as my friends distanced themselves from me, judged me, accused me, grew weary of me and turned their backs on me.

Soon, I turned around and the Cellist stood there, with open cyber arms.  She placidly and calmly explained, “I’ve been there too.”  As her tale unfolded and the similarities became glaring I looked at her again and realized that … the cellist has grown up.

She has lived through her own set of drama, and through that found the ability to encourage me in mine.  No longer can I view her as the towering, teenager full of disapproval.  Instead, I must admit that in her – God has provided me with a cord of strength.  A friend, who has walked through this journey, and though I wish she had not had to live through that, I am grateful to see that she has come out the other side.   It was a source of inspiration for me to know that, the cellist survived this, and I can too. 




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