Tonight I'm so thankful for friends who fill in my blind spots. Who not only see what I don't see but find a way to break the news to me of my imperfect vision.
Today..."How could I have been such a dolt?" I think to myself when I realize how right she is. And in spite of totally knowing it's not productive, I beat myself up for at least two hours afterwards, mourning my carelessness with the feelings of another. I make a call, apologize in a rambling voice message. The person emails me back and says "Let's talk next week." We will be okay, I know. My heart was not to hurt.
And yet I did. And what if she hadn't told me what she saw? I would still be oblivious to another person hurt by my bluntness, because I really didn't SEE it.
I'm thankful for friends that tell me what I need to know, not what I want to hear. Friends who don't let me wander long with spinach between my teeth.
It's a rare gift and one I cherish-one I need.