This got me thinking.
I read that a true friend is someone who, when you show up at their door in the middle of the night whispering “I’ve got a dead body in the trunk,” says nothing except “let me get my shovel.”
Morality, ethics, and showering in prison aside…is there anyone that you are a true friend to? Is there anyone that you would put away thoughts of a mother crying at their child’s funeral to help without equivocation? To put your moral fears aside for?
I have one such friend. I would stop them mid-sentence and go ’round to the garage for tools. Hands down, no questions, let’s do this and never speak of it again.