Inspirational story #157 My True Best Friend

Here’s another good inspirational story: My True Best Friend

I couldn’t believe I was here… I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I just stared there looking at my Best friend of 5 years, laying in a casket. She died on Halloween 1996. She had just turned 16. I didn’t know it then but it was the beginning to a whole new era although feeling like the end. My older sister went to the visitation with me.

Since Andrea was always at our house they too had become friends. She walked up there with me to see her. I kept thinking to myself no way this is real…I just talked to her yesterday and heard her laughing. I remember looking at her smiling face. It hit me then how precious life your here one minute then gone the next.

She was driving and lost control boom she was instantaneously out of this world, and out of my life. Andrea was a daughter of a preacher in our town..she had a love for the Lord, but was kinda rebellious. I kept thinking what must her parents be going through.

Practically our whole high school was there, we were juniors. I kept telling my sister I cant believe I lost my Best friend…who will I turn to now?? What good could ever come of this?? How will I go on??

I am now a Christian, I owe most of it due to the fact that I realized how precious life is, how fast we can be taken. I didn’t want it to be too late for me. I wanted to lay my head down at night and now if the LORD were to come right now that I would be saved I knew I had to make my life right. In a letter I wrote to my in the military and away from home…

Sissy, I just wanted to thank you for being there for me at the worst time in my life. Nobody was there for me but you. The whole time I was morning and said.. over losing my best friend I had realized I hadn’t just lost a Best Friend, but I realized who my true best friend really is….. You. Love, Nikki Don’t wait till its too late….We are here today…gone tomorrow.

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