Last year when I was on tour in Ottawa I had a date booked with a gentlemen from Vancouver who happen to be in Ottawa at the same time as me. We thought it would be fun to have a romp in another province.
An hour or so before our date I got the most terrifying phone call that no one ever wants to receive about a family member. I was very upset, hysterically crying, feeling helpless and million miles away from home with no chance of making a flight back to Vancouver that night. I emailed my special friend (I hate using the term client) saying I had to cancel, told him what had happened and he called and said, ‘he didn’t care and was on his way so I didn’t have to be alone.’ We were staying in totally different parts of the city, yet he still jumped in a cab and rushed over - which I know was not cheap. He started calling airlines for me, ordered me something to eat because he knew I was hungry but to upset to actually take care of myself at that moment in time, and talked to me, hugged me and consoled me until I had calmed down a bit. He stayed with me for 3 hours that evening while I totally unloaded on him, sobbing with a running snotty noise and some how he managed to get me to smile and laugh a little in the end. He did everything that a compassionate, and caring individual would do for a friend or anyone in need for that matter.
Many other clients have done some very thoughtful things for me as well, and their kindness is of course, cherished and never gone unrecognized. But for me, this would have to be the most thoughtful and meaningful things one of my special friends has ever done, especially because we barely knew each other. He will always hold a special place in my heart and I am so very thankful that he did come that night., because more then anything I needed someone to be with me, I needed a friend.