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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Passport (07/25/05)

TITLE: Waving Good-bye
By L.M. Lee
07/31/05


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“Do you know how to get a passport?”

“A passport? Whatcha need a passport for?”

“Becuz we’re leaving the country for a few days.”

“Really? Ya takin’ a vacation?”

“Sorta.”

“Whatcha mean by ‘sorta’?”

“Well, it isn’t exactly a vacation.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s a job interview.”

“Oh…”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, sure, when did you find out?”

“A few weeks ago. Rob is really excited.”

“Where is this interview?”

“Tokyo.”

“Wow…that’s kinda half way around the planet.”

“Yeah…that’s why I didn’t want to tell you.”

“Why wouldn’t you want to tell me?”

“Well, you know…the thing about friends leaving…I didn’t want to be another one.”

I sat silent on the other end of the conversation. How many times had I this same conversation…what 10, maybe 12 times now?

Funny, the first day I met Georgie, I laughed and told her, “the quickest way for your husband to get a promotion and transfer, is to become friends with me.”

Georgie had laughed. She thought my “curse” was just a joke. Now, a year into our friendship, it was happening all over again; another relationship page being torn from the story of my life.

I sighed and then attempted to sound supportive and enthusiastic for my friend. I knew all about getting passports…not because I owned one, but because I had helped 6 other friends, obtain theirs and move away.

“Is that all there is to it?”

“Yeah, just drive into the city, go to the Federal Building and they’ll have you fixed up in an hour or so.”

“Wow, that’s so much easier than going through the hassle at the post office and mailing off all my documents.”

“Sure is, you’ll be in and out in no time and you won’t have to leave your documents anywhere.”

“Thanks for you’re help.”

“Anytime!”

I flipped my phone closed and swallowed the lump in my throat. Already a tear had found its way down my cheek.

“Lord, it does no good to ask, why…so where do I go from here?”

“Bless your friend. Show your support.”

That week I went shopping and found a sexy negligee for her so their night in San Francisco could be special. Surprising her with the gift made us both cry.

“You’re going to have to get good with your computer.”

“I promise. I’ll learn to email you, but you know I’m not the writer you are.”

“I know, but you can at least let me know you’re alive.”

We hugged, tight and long. I knew the drill all too well. At first she would email regularly, because she was in a new place with no friends. But as she adjusted, made friends and built a life, our correspondence would dwindle down to occasional Christmas cards and maybe a birthday.

Leaning against the airport terminal glass I waved at the departing plane. I brushed away the collected tears and heading to the parking lot.

Turning the key in the ignition I asked God to protect my friend’s travel. I thanked Him for the variety of people that had floated through the river of my life.

As I drove out onto the freeway I wondered who was the next person transferring…I wonder if they’ll need a passport.


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Beth Muehlhausen08/02/05
Sad but true - the more you invest in a person's life, the harder it is to let go. Hopefully God not only protected the friend's travel plans, but He also reached into the heart of the one left behind to heal the sense of loss.
Nina Phillips08/02/05
Very nice entry..sad but true. Friends come and go, but Jesus is still the same, yesterday, today and forever. We can count on him. Thank you for sharing your message. God bless ya, littlelight
Nina Phillips08/02/05
Very nice entry..sad but true. Friends come and go, but Jesus is still the same, yesterday, today and forever. We can count on him. Thank you for sharing your message. God bless ya, littlelight
Karen Ward08/03/05
I'm assuming this is somewhat based in fact, and I want you to know I have one friend who would relate to this really well, it's been her experience many times too.
L.M. Lee08/03/05
Thanks for reading...and unfortunately this is completely based in fact. Since 1994 I've waved good-bye to at least 12 friends. We all laugh...they become my friend, God promotes them and away they go!
Joanne Malley08/04/05
It's sad to gain special friends only to lose them. Perhaps it's something like, "better to love and lose love than never have loved at all. I really liked this; it flowed beautifully and was full of emotion. :)
Maxx .08/05/05
This felt personal and sad. Good delivery. Nice work.
Amy Michelle Wiley 08/05/05
Sad story, very realistic. At least we can always count on God to never leave us! God bless you.
Shari Armstrong 08/05/05
A good story - and it is hard to see friends move off, but if we share Christ with them, we'll see them later :)
Val Clark08/08/05
An enjoyable read and so true. I live in a city with a large transient population and know of people, even Christians who no longer invest in developing relationships with people who might be moving on.
Some confusion for me as to who was speaking in the following dialogue: “You’re going to have to get good with your computer.”/
“I promise. I’ll learn to email you, but you know I’m not the writer you are.”/“I know, but you can at least let me know you’re alive.”