A Friend in Deed

Wednesday, May 15, 2002
Suburbia 

Greetings!

Last week, I shared my sadness and bafflement over losing K as a friend with my friend, Cia.  I was crestfallen. Mostly, she quietly listened. 


Cia

Last Thursday, I was in the file room and came across K's file and a copy of Cia's letter to K in it. When I asked her about it, she said she spoke her truth, albeit with language that she edited, tempered, and decolorized from her first draft.  Putting great store in friendships, we must share the same sensitive nerve.

I read her letter in the file room and was deeply moved.  She was being true to The Four Agreements: speaking with integrity and communicating with others as clearly as she could.

"She 'gets' me," I thought. "What a friend I have in Cia. Unafraid to speak her truth, she's willing to go to bat for a friend and clarify the picture."

Few do, "get" me, that is. Just as I am feeling more at home here on the Mainland,  I get these heart jolts that remind me that mālama (caring and generous giving), sharing of Aloha and Mahalo, and  pāna`i (reciprocity) are island norms and not of this land. Although I have lived most of my life away from the islands, I still can feel like a stranger in a strange land, wondering why I stay and what keeps me here.

In a life, a person may receive praise, accolades, trophies, plaques and awards -- those pats on the back and "You go, girl!" encouragements -- in various forms.  Cia's words came in the form that I can appreciate most -- words straight from her heart.

When I am 88, I'd like to look back on my life and reread Cia's words from 38 years ago. I envision myself feeling her embracing warmth as deeply as when I read her words for the first time on Thursday.  This feeling was uplifting for my soul and stayed with me all weekend.

So yesterday, I returned to the file room and retrieved K's file to make a copy of the copy of Cia's letter to keep here for safekeeping and easy access.

Between ages 50 1/2 and 88, when the bitter overwhelms the sweet, I will return to these words by Cia. They will remind me to be grateful for the bittersweet in life:  the loss of a friendship was not it vain, and instead has lead to the deepening of an abiding friendship with another ever so dear, a friend in deed.

Dear K, 

...I feel it's important that you are made aware of all the services you received from AU at no charge.  Those included five Xs and 9 Ys.

AU is one of the most special and giving people I have ever had the pleasure to know.  I've worked with her for the past eight years, and I know for fact that people like her are rare.

I have always trusted that she would do what was right for the client.  She never advises clients to make a change unless there has been a significant change. She has never done this work for the money.

She will not break her principles and believe me, when most of her peers in our area were jumping on a money-making bandwagon, she felt so strongly that this was and still is not the right thing to do that she would have no part in it.  

She counsels people that have had the procedure and are not doing well, and she is a strong advocate for clients to be informed of all the possible side effects, both short term and long term.

Our office has always had the tradition of putting client care first, above all else.  We do what is best for the client.  Requests for special favors that go against this tradition or requires us to bend the rules will be declined.  This is as it should be.

"We are not for everyone, only nice people who are quality-minded are welcomed referrals."  That's what I've heard AU tell all of her clients repeatedly over the years.  So, if you feel you cannot refer patients in for the best care they can possibly get by those who put their clients' best interests ahead of their own, then perhaps we were not the right office for you after all.

I wish you good luck...

Sincerely,

Cia 

I write about Cia a lot in this journal,
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We once swam with dolphins in the wild, together.



She is one very special person in my life.
Mahalo e ke Akua.



"Life is a Gift."

Me ke Aloha, 
Author Unknown


 "The only gift is a portion of thyself..."
~
Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

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