gratitude

A few months ago, my  conscious put me in a really difficult position that compromised any chance of me maintaining a really special friendship of mine with doing, what could only be described as, the right thing...

He may have never found out that I turned him in, but something told me that he would.

It was a chance, I'll assume, no one else wanted to take.
But he needed help, and everyone wanted to look the other way because it was easier.

Although, the right thing is never really supposed to be easy. This was certainly no exception.

So, I sacrificed a friendship of two years, with a pinch of hope that I might help this person by, quite possibly, ruining  his life.

I didn't really know what would happen. I just held strong to the idea that I knew the right thing to do, and couldn't "what if," much longer with out following through with what I knew I should do.

I took a chance. It hurt. For almost three months, I have heard nothing from him.

Yesterday, I received a message on my facebook. My heart started racing when I saw it was from him, and my eyes scanned the words with no expectation of what he could possibly want to say to me, but desperately seeking his feelings.

The last sentence turned my goose-bumps to tears, my tears to sobs, and my sobs to a really, really big smile. Gratitude is such an amazing gift.

"And when this first all happened I never ever ever ever ever ever expected myself to say this but for now, Thank you