The other day a package arrived at my house. It was a box of things that my mom had given one of her friends. As precious as they were to my mom’s friend, she thought I should have them. That kind of generosity is probably why mom loved her. In the box there was a book of poems. It was tattered and worn, but its bright yellow cover and title caught my eye – “All Life is Holy. All Life Is One.” When I opened the little book there was a note from my mom to her friend … It said simply, “Thank you for being there for me.”

Those words touched me. The truth is the words made me cry. In part the tears came from the little boy who misses his mom. But mostly I cried because deep inside that’s what I’ve always tried to be for the people I love … there for them. It’s why I now share my life experiences in these blog posts … I just want to be there for those in need of a friend. So when I read those words written by my mom, it was as though she had written them for me. And that’s just a little too much for any man’s heart to take without a tear or two.

A few days after I got that package with the poems and the note from my mom, I went to a concert. I don’t go to many concerts because I’ve been to so many in my life as a promoter. But this one was special. A dear friend, a famous singer whose name I won’t mention because I’ve learned that when we’re trying to open our hearts famous names can be a distraction, called me and invited me to his show. I hadn’t seen my friend in many years, but we go way back; so when I got the call I was happy to see him for a visit.

During the show he sang some of his old songs, the ones from the time when we were both starting out in the concert business and began working together: I as a young promoter and he as a young artist. While he was taking a trip down memory lane I stood off to the side of the stage, in the same place I had always stood watching him perform, remembering all the good times we’d shared. My friend spotted me and made his way across the stage and onto a couple of audio crates next to me. He reached down, put his hand on my head and said gently, “I’m so glad you’re here.”

As I drove home that night I remembered the little tattered book of poems my mom had given her friend with the same message. I began to think about the idea of just being there for someone. How it contrasts with our custom of always doing. That’s been the story of my life – always busy doing this or that. I’d promoted my friend’s concerts for well over a decade and yet, after all we’d done together, he was touched by the simple fact that I was there for him … just like my mom and her friend.

When my mom was sick with cancer I learned about being there … being truly present. In her final days, my sister and I would sit with her, stroking her hair while her chest rattled. It was an annoying sound, and I remember wishing it would stop; then when it did stop I remember wishing with all my heart that I could hear it again – that my mom would breathe just one more time. Those days taught me to be present, mainly because there was nowhere else to be. Every second mattered, because the seconds were numbered and I knew I might never have another one with her. I’d like to think I was there for her then, but maybe it was my mom who was there for me — to teach her little boy how to be here now for himself and for others.

I think that’s what friendship really is: having someone there, wherever or whatever “there” is at a particular moment. There to hold your hand when you’re scared. There to comfort you with tender words when your heart is sad. There to share a story when advice is what you need. But mostly there, just there, to simply be.

So many of us feel alone, even when we’re surrounded by people we call friends. Inside we still feel alone, misunderstood, and afraid. We worry that telling those we love about our fears will make them think less of us. We wonder if anyone else feels the way we do. We convince ourselves that we are unique, that no one else hears the voices in their head, that we’re the only one who needs a good friend.

Open your heart and allow yourself to find a friend and to be a friend to someone as well … by simply being there.

This week I invite you to connect with that part of yourself – the part that needs a friend. Look inside, become intimate with the little child inside looking for someone to play with, and then look for that in other people you know. Open yourself to the possibility that you are not alone, that everyone you know feels exactly the same way. From that place, open your heart and allow yourself to find a true friend and to be a friend to someone as well.

Thank you for being here with me now.

Big hugs of love,


  1. There is a subtle comfort in knowing I’m not the only one who feels this way. I’ve shared this with my friends. Maybe I’m not alone even when it feels like it. Thank you!

  2. Jean Middleton says:

    Your message was the first that I saw after making my coffee and coming to my computer. I am in awe that our lives have somehow “met” in a moment of time when I most needed to hear and feel the reassurance that you bring. Many have told me that there is a book in me. I know, however, that I would have to also protect others who might be hurt by certain ‘chapters’ in my life.

    Just this week a beautiful story began unfolding and I know beyond measure that God had His hand in it. But not only God. My Mother, My Sister, My Brother and Father, who look down upon me as my Guardian Angels and FRIENDS for LIFE. You succinctly sum it all up with your simple yet profound quote … “Open your heart and allow yourself to find a friend and to be a friend to someone as well … by simply being there.”

    Thank you for being “there” for me! At this moment, and as my beautiful life on Earth unfolds.

    ((( BIG HUGS )))

  3. wendy st. john-devereaux says:

    this article was touching and very sweet

    when I honestly look at my life, I see a series of people who seem to just march though—-they never linger long enough to be a true friend—and that makes me very sad

    the only ones who stuck around long enough to be a real friend are my daughter and ian…

    I have a jillion acquaintances, however—and a growing audience of readers of my blogs

    sending you a ((huge hug))—-and hoping to get one in return

    much love from our house to yours
    wendy and ian

  4. It is as if my very own thoughts and feelings from my whole life with “friends” were now in written form. I am finally embracing “being there” instead of “doing for”. It requires mindfulness but brings great peace. Hugs for your beautiful words.

  5. christiansciencein says:

    Thanks, Jason. I loved reading this. I can relate to the statement about finding a playmate….that’s what I really look for in a friend….that lightheartedness, fun, and play that makes for spontaneous love. I recently had a falling out with a friend that has made be wonder if we ever really were friends. We’ve had little contact in the past fews months and I’m waiting for the Spirit to move me in one direction or another……thanks for your work!

  6. Jason, What a very beautiful and insightful post on what many of us miss out on in life. Tomorrow I give a presentation to frontline healthcare workers on the provision of impressive customer service through a personal connection and empathetic care. In healthcare, as our patients walk through our doors in search of healing, they are often looking for nothing more than us to open our heart and simply be there. Great post!

  7. Jason –

    I have always had a strong focus on spirituality and, like Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, have considered myself as a “spiritual being having a human experience.” I chose to go into the world of business because I believed in justice, social change, and connection and I felt that I needed to understand the “other side” in order to hep facilitate change in a peaceable partnership with those in the private and public sectors. In reality, it is not where we conduct our business that matters, but how we conduct our business *and* lives that are the utmost importance.

    In any case, my point is this: in the past few years, I lost my way. I became too focused on the “what” and lost sight of both the greater “why” and, more importantly, my personal “how.” I am slowly making my way back to my center, but the path has been long and not always encouraging. This past summer, I lost my father and it has been harder to process than I imagined.

    It was during that time, via Twitter, that I found your blog. Thank you. Your words have been a beacon of hope and light in these dark personal and professional times. I admire your courage and leadership in choosing to be transparent with a few million of your closest friends, but make no mistake, we are friends. Those who share a similar longing for inner and outer peace can not help but recognize and honor the shared journey, even if the paths are different.


    Krystal (@incommonhours)

    • Thank you Krystal. What a beautiful and vulnerable sharing. I believe that we are always walking towards center … even in the moments that we think we are “lost,” that’s just our path at that moment. I send you big hugs and the knowing that you are not alone — we are all students of life, walking, learning and sharing. Big hugs of love – Jason

  8. Hi Jason,
    What a beautiful message about friendship, you really know how to touch our hearts.
    Thank you for being there for us.

  9. Ray Khelawan says:

    This is something that I’ve been thinking about lately….I have a lot of friends that are acquaintances…..but I don’t have too many friends that are close. Life gets so busy when you’re married….plus trying to have a career. I’ll definitely meditate on that this week…..thanks jason!

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