On Monday I will board a train and head for NYC. Two hours later I'll be in Penn Station. And with a very, very great friend of mine, Karen. Six hours later we'll be at the closing concert of Josh Groban's Illumination tour. Did you miss the important detail there? Karen is the important part. Not Josh.
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I met Karen three and a half years ago online. Right about the time I was really losing my mind I started talking to her. Since we only talked online I was able to paint a pretty normal picture of my life. But as we got to know each other better and our talked turned from, "OK, Josh's first CD makes my kids sleep. What's his latest??" to "I have a therapist." She was clued in.
And she didn't run.
Then I went into the hospital. The mental hospital. And I told her.
She didn't run.
I even said to her, "Now I really am some crazy person you met online!"
We met in person, and just laughed and talked for hours. She asked how I was. If I was seeing my therapist. If I was taking my medication. If I felt well. She cared.
And I was some crazy person she'd met online.
Nine months later I called her again to say I'd been back in the hospital. She already knew. My husband had told her when she'd called to check on me because she hadn't heard from me.
Again, she didn't run. She just made sure I was still coming to her house for our girls weekend.
No fear, this girl.
In July we spent our third girls weekend together and went to the Josh Groban concert. Yes, it was a thrill to see him. But the bigger thrill? Spending that time with Karen. And now, here we are another four months later ready to do it all again. Heading to NYC for a mere 24 hours to act like teenagers, giggle, dance and scream for this random singer that literally brought us together.
But the greatest part? Karen. The girl who didn't run.