09/16/2021
He was a friend of mine and I never asked him to buy Life Insurance because I didn’t want him to think I was the kind of person who would use friendship for personal gain.
He was a friend of mine and when he married, I was glad. Because I know his wife, too, and I knew they were the kind of people who deserved all the good things in life that a happy marriage brings. But, I didn’t want to embarrass
him, so I never tried to find out how much he could afford
to start a Life Insurance program.
He was a friend of mine and when the twins came along a year or so ago I was awfully proud when he asked me to
be their Godfather, but, I never told him how he could
help guarantee their education.
He was a friend of mine and when I attended the housewarming in his new home, six months later, I
thought about mentioning insurance to protect the mortgage, but I decided to wait until he had a chance
to catch up with all his new expenses.
He was a friend of mine and when his car missed the curve in the storm last night, I was the first one his widow called.
The day after tomorrow, I’ll be standing beside my friend’s grave, and I’ll still be trying to rationalize my failure ever to talk to him about Life Insurance. I’ll be thinking too, even more bitterly than I am now, about the staggering price
his family paid for my false pride and foolish sensitivity.
But, most of all, I’ll be wondering when the time comes to pay my last respects, whether, if he could speak, he would say of me as I do of him, “He was a friend of mine.”
Author Unknown
This is a fictional account that illustrates that some things are just too
important, too essential to put off for a more opportune time.