I met him through his brother when I was about five years old, he was one of the primary school’s fastest runners, him and the Aussie guy.
Mario being Greek was obviously was my first preference of who to barrack for, even at such a young age, we were tribal.
We’ve weaved in and out of each other’s lives and became quite close in our late teens with a church community being our common thread.
Then the fun stuff started, we both married to Aussie girls and and broke our tribal ways and we had three kids each around the same times.
Our families grew close and then separated by our work for many years, my family moving interstate, but we remained close in spirit.
Decades have past, five in fact and we’re closer now than ever and only in the last few months we’re getting to truely know one another.
It’s hard to explain but there’s something quite special when you can keep friendships alive for so many years.
We’ve both had the space to become whatever we’ve become, good, bad or indifferent and free of judgement.
I’m fortunate to have a number of friends around the world that remain true and even if a decade passes by, we just take off from where we left last.
I’ve never laughed so much as I have in the last couple of months with my friends that choose to keep the walls down when I’m around.
I honestly pray that you have such friends in your life.