The true value of friendship

So, how do we measure the true value of friendship? At Mark Daly's wake earlier this evening I remembered a funny story when he was playing Championship Football for Fyzo... and his good buddy Charlie was on the receiving end of a head butt to his mouth. Charlie's mouth was severely damaged - losing most of his upper and lower front teeth. I left the game and had to rush Charlie to the hospital. Later that night at the hospital Mark appears walking along the corridor and hands me something wrapped in a paper napkin - it was Charlie's teeth! Mark had gone back to the field after the game, found Charlie's teeth and travelled from Fyzabad to San Fernando to deliver them. I don't remember if Charlie was able to re-insert his teeth - though I know that he had some major dental surgery. I still find it remarkable that Mark would have the presence of mind to go in search of Charlie's teeth and then to actually find them on a football field and deliver them to his buddy - I suppose that this gesture really reflects the value that Mark was as a friend.



+ve vibes,
Mark