Posts Tagged norm

May 23 2013

Compliments

Tell us about the best compliment you have ever received.

As I’m sure many people have said today, I’m not very good at compliments, and I generally get a bit nervous when people compliment me – not that it happens very often.

What tend to stick with me are the unspoken compliments – those actions that show that people are happy with you, have accepted you, even if they don’t say it (though sometimes they do that as well). So this is the first few that come to mind.

  • Mrs Worm said ‘Yes’ when I asked her to marry me. And didn’t change her mind in the following nearly 20 years.
  • Mrs Worm’s dad came to like me, even though I was a long-haired Englishman
  • NoRM asked me to be his best man
  • Every week I am picked as the goalkeeper for my football team
  • The Rotary Club picked me to go to South Africa, which was up against a lot of competition, and one of the greatest experiences of my life
May 18 2013

Best Friends

Who are your best friends and what makes them so special?

Ok. When I saw this topic coming up on the rotation, I knew this was going to be a tough one to write, but I’ll just try to plough through it.

I don’t make friends easily, for various reasons. I try not to analyse it too much, mainly because I’m not that concerned in coming up with a ‘reason’ for why it might be – it’s just the way it is. That’s not to say I don’t have friends – I certainly do, and if you’re reading this then there’s a pretty large chance that you’re one of them.

But ‘best friends’ is a whole other story. In my case, it doesn’t need to be plural – I have a best friend, just the one. Reading that back makes me feel a bit like I’m back at school, but so be it.

I’m not going to go into massive details, because frankly it’s not going to be very interesting for anyone other than me and him. Norm is the brother I never had. He is family. He is that person that everyone needs in their life, someone wiser, funnier, more intelligent and challenging than they are. There is nobody whose judgement and opinion I value more.

Once we made a promise we swore we’d always remember
No retreat, baby, no surrender
Blood brothers in a stormy night
With a vow to defend
No retreat, baby, no surrender
– Bruce Springsteen –