I Sacrificed my Dignity for a Friend

I want to share a story of great sacrifice on my part. I am not trying to brag, but it's a story that needs to be told.  It's a story of humiliating myself all in the name of friendship! I am not sure I know of many others who would do what I did to help a friend in need!



I guess it wasn't all that humiliating, because only my long-time gal pal Jill was there to witness it. She encouraged me to do it.

What a blessing to have close friends! The memories of sharing, laughing, crying, hard times and great times. Those friends who know your secret stuff, and you know theirs, and you still love each other anyway.  You'd even break into their house if you had to. Let me explain.




Jill is one of my besties, to be sure! She and I are the same age and have been friends for about twenty years. Our kids grew up together. Words can't really express what this sweet lady means to me.  

A few years ago, she had hip surgery. I had given her a ride to her doctor's appointment the following week.  The outing took longer than expected.

When we got back to her house, she was exhausted and her pain was increasing. She realized that she didn't have her house key! She was leaning on her walker while we tried to figure out what to do.

First, we tried to see if the window screens might still be loose from the time they'd had to break in before. Nope. We checked all the windows, just to be sure. No luck.
Jill suddenly said "Oh, we have a doggie door in the back! "  I looked at her in dismay. She could barely hobble around or bend or anything. I assumed SHE wasn't planning to crawl through the doggie door! Hmmm.

"What size is it??" I asked.  "I think it's medium or large. You can probably fit through it."  I could tell that she was really getting uncomfortable and very tired. She looked a bit pale to me. I was worried about her. We had to do something! "Let's go see."

I assessed the little square opening. I got on my hands and knees, I stuck my head and shoulders through. So far, so good.  "Let's try this!" said I, in my most determined voice. I am not a tiny person. I am not a huge person. Medium lady, medium sized pet flap thingy? Should work!!

I laid down on my stomach on the porch. Then I laid on my side. I was trying different angles to see if it would make a difference for the success of the covert operation! First my head, then shoulders. I started laughing. I couldn't help it! Not a good idea. Jill started laughing too. I said "Now if I can get my....(well, you know) through, I think the rest of my body can fit!"  We both were hee-hawing by then, so hard that I couldn't function! I could only lay there laughing! I could feel the edges of the doggy door pressing against my arm pits!  I think there was also some joking about hunky firemen coming to cut me out, if I really got stuck.

Jill's chuckling was mixed with sighs of pain, so I knew I had to re-gain control and get the rest of myself into the house!  So, I pushed and got my chest through the little square. Then I was able to prop up on my elbows and pull the rest of me in. Waaahhh!  I made it!

My dear friend and I have shared almost every type of life experience, and now this hilarious one makes it even better! It's great because of the funny memory, but mostly because: NOW YOU OWE ME BIG-TIME, GIRLFRIEND!

When Jill pays me back someday, maybe it will be embarrassing enough for me to share here on my blog. 

Until then, I am asking YOU, my readers, to share your funny and/or embarrassing stories. Share in the comment section below. You can remain anonymous if you wish. This is an interactive blog. Thank you!