People Who Just Realized How Amazing Their Friends Are

I was a passenger in a motorcycle accident. I was a mess both physically and emotionally, and my clothes were destroyed. I had nothing to wear when I was discharged from the hospital. I had only recently moved to the area, and the only person I sort-of knew lived an hour in the opposite direction.

I called her anyway, and a bit later she showed up with clothes for me, including new underwear, and stayed by my side until I was discharged. She also had the forethought to take pictures of my injuries at the hospital, and those photos really helped when I had medical bills to pay and the insurance company for the person responsible were incredibly difficult to deal with. I got a lawyer who took those pics, and filed a lawsuit, and got my medical bills all paid.

I have no idea how I would have managed things without her there for me, the clothes she brought me, the pictures she took, and the huge amount of emotion support she has given me. She’s the best, I love her dearly. CaraMiaFire / Reddit

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