The Making of a Best Friend

I thought that my days of math were behind me. Never again would I take a test primarily dealing with numbers and graphs. But, I was wrong. Today, panic began to set in as I was studying for my Hearing Science Class. The entire first chapter is all on MATH. Now, I was, in the distant past, good at math, I took calc in high school but entered into a course of study in the Social Sciences, thinking I'd bid math a fond farewell. Not so. So, in my panic, I thought of the first person I knew who was good at math-- my friend E (now, for Rachel my sister, who's reading this; I did think of you, but I wanted an excuse to talk to him-- also he got 100% on his calculus tests, smart guy). So I texted him and asked if he knew anything about Logs. (the main topic of my concern.) E replied asking if I needed help and telling me that he'd be at my house in 20 minutes, I was looking for a quick crash course, but it was really not as hard as I, in my panic, had presumed it to be. We quickly went over logs (me remembering, and feeling a little dumb for making him come all the way to my house for something I could have done on my own), then we just talked and ate popcorn. I love this kid. In the pure, non-romantic, Christlike love. I feel like I can be myself around him, I don't have to pretend to be perfect, or put on a face, and I don't feel like he's judging me. We talked about the mission, and people and situations. We talked about the Spirit, and faith, and hope and answers to prayers. Trust. I would trust my life with this guy. I probably shouldn't call him a 'kid' but I would. If I ever needed anything really important, I could go to him, and probably would, before my home teachers or my bishop. I think that I can look to him as an example in a lot of ways. And I'm sorry, I know this doesn't make sense, this post midnight (when he had to leave) babble, and tomorrow may not be much better (since I have a 7 am class), but I'm thankful. What a stellar person for the Lord to send me. I see him and I love him, like a brother. And honestly, it's probably because he loved me first, and showed me. Ok, I'm done...