THE TOUCHSTONE OF FRIENDSHIP
THERE were two boys studying together in a school. They were very
attached to each other; their friendship was very intimate. But, as
years rolled by their careers led them in different directions. One
became a philosopher, the other, a minister. Each progressed in his
own sphere with the passing of time.
Once the minister’s wife called on the philosopher. During the
course of conversation, she asked, “why don’t you ever come to see
your old fried?”
The philosopher replied, “There are throngs of people who come to
see my old friend. So, if I don’t, it won’t make much difference.
But I assure you, l’ll come to see him when he loses his seat in the
elections. Those who bow low to him now will not take the trouble to
look at him, then. When my friend’s heart is filled with
disappointment and heavy with distress, I will be there to dress his
wound with th4 balm of encouragement and comfort.”
Friendship lies, not in swelling the crowd of merry-makers, but in
giving comfort to the lonely heart.