Your friends determine the direction and quality of your life.
This is a phrase I heard over and over again from our pastor, Andy. I think about it often and will never forget it because it was drilled into my head. Last night I experienced a great example of this from my friend, Mandee.
Me (as we sit down at a Mexican restaurant): This is the kind of place where I really want a coke.
Mandee: I know what you mean.
Me: I’m surprised that you are drinking water. I thought for sure you would get a coke.
Mandee: I am trying not to drink it as much.
Me: Yeah, I have been off of it for three weeks, but I would like to get to the point where I could have one occasionally and it wouldn’t be a big deal.
Mandee: Three weeks is pretty good. You could probably have one.
Me: What the heck? You are supposed to be supporting me.
Mandee: I am, I’m just saying that you have done a good job and you could have one.
Me: What are you trying to do? You are the worst friend ever!
Mandee: No, seriously, three weeks is great!
Me: Oh my word! What are you trying to do?!
Mandee: I’M JUST SAYING THAT IF YOU WANTED TO HAVE ONE I WOULD DRINK ONE WITH YOU!
Me: That’s what I thought. Worst friend ever. OK I’ll have one.
Mandee to the waiter: We would like 2 cokes please.