Dave might not read this journal, hell, it might be that nobody reads this journal, but that's okay. It still needs to be said.
Dave is my friend. I met him in October, possibly November, I don't really remember exactly when. And, though that was not so long ago, it feels like longer. Because Dave and I share one thing above all others. Dave and I are listeners, sometimes called ventors, sometimes called sponges. When people have problems, we listen, and we console, and we do whatever we can to be there for those people.
Dave was there for me, not too long after we met, when my wife walked out on me. He was there to listen, and to console, and to remind me that life would get better after the storm. He was there to help me weather that storm.
And now Dave needs someone to listen, someone to console, someone to walk around and not say much and hear what he says and how he feels. And he's in Colorado Springs, which is far from me, in Seattle. And it tears me up that I can't return the favor and the simple courtesy and the love that he showed me.
So Dave, if you do read this, know that I'm here for you. You have my phone number, you can call me if you need to, and I'll try to get you a call out tonight. Love ya buddy.
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