Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I've just spent five days visiting a childhood friend in Texas.  My best childhood friend and I flew in from separate coasts and stayed together, and I mean together - we slept in the same bed, which was luckily king sized.  I adored seeing both friends, and supporting our friend with stage four breast cancer.  Last time it was the Texas friend and I visiting our friend who lived in Indiana at the time, and at fifty her husband left her for another woman.  We cheered her up, had strange cocktails, and giggled hysterically.  Now she lives elsewhere, has a rich life with travel, nine grandchildren and many friends.  She came to my younger daughter's wedding.  So we "caught up", though my east coast friend is the one who knows the scoop on our childhood friends, as she lives in the same town where we used to live.  We hung out with our friend with the cap to cover her head, and supported her journey, which has been a rough one the past few months.  She had finished the first round of chemo and today she begins the second round:  every three weeks for six times.  She has a very supportive husband, and a dog that is better than therapy, and a lot of people praying for her.  On the plane trip home last night, I deliberately sat next to a woman with a one year old, as people had been avoiding her like the plague, and though he cried and fussed through most of the four hour turbulent flight, I helped entertain him and supported her.  As we said goodbye, I found out she lives in the same city as my older daughter, and had read the same book on babies sleeping as my younger daughter.  She thanked me profusely, and I told her I had four kids and almost four grandchildren, and she was very welcome.  The good feelings from my visit had carried over and made me generous and kind.  For every new life is a blessing.  And he was a cute little red headed rascal!