True Friends Are Hard To Find

Time was running out. I was getting late for my riding practical. I had not much options but to call up a friend. He was helpful enough to send me to the driving centre. I walked hastily after we bid farewell. That was when i realised my Burberry wallet was not in my back pocket. I was more concerned about the branded piece of leather then the contents. It was a gift from someone special. Nothing can replace objects of sentimental values. I immediately called him up. He said it was not in the car. I thought i might had dropped it. I hate to rush or be rushed. It was possible that the wallet slipped out of my denims while i was sitting on the bench under my apartment waiting for him. I remained calm and dropped the topic. This was what he did. He drove all the way back to my neighbourhood and scrutinised the area. Unable to find anything of my possession he then drove back to the driving centre and parked his car to hunt for my wallet. All these while i was unaware of his actions and oblivious to his gestures until he picked me up. I was surprised to see him. And i was touched. Now that is what i call friendship.

A friend in need is a friend indeed.