It was a long time. My colleague and I have been friends for several years. Very close enough.
They communicated and rested together, helping each other when needed. One day she got sick. I took her to a hospital far from her home. Her husband could only visit her on the weekend - he had a small child left, their parents were not near them.
I visited her daily, cooked food that was possible on a diet, the first few days after the operation I sat all day, cared for.
Then we split up in different offices, but we continued to communicate. Soon I had a difficult pregnancy. The first time a friend called me, came to the hospital a couple of times, then disappeared. And it was so bad for me that I didn’t pay attention to it, not before.
And only after the birth, a month and a half later, I suddenly realized that she did not visit me in the nursery, did not congratulate the baby and did not even ask if I was alive at all!
It was in the pre-internet era, cellular communication just appeared. Neither she nor I had a cell phone. You could come in person or by phone. In my maternal situation, I could only be contacted by calling my husband for work. Me with her at all.
I was offended of course. I was very upset before I said, “Well, please! Not very much wanted. I don’t know and I don’t want to know.”
As if that was all. We did not see each other again. I sometimes remembered this story, with such an unpleasant bitter aftertaste.
And only a few years later, through random people, I learned that she had a serious and dangerous illness. She has been treated for a long time. During this time her husband left her. I had to move to the area with my parents. By the time it all came to me, she was no longer there.
Do not rush to judge. Be more tolerant to people. After all, none of us know what we will do when we find ourselves in a strange place. I’ve seen many times that people condemn others with the assurance that they won’t do it! They will be good!
And when life arrives, there are excuses not to be heroic.
All are good.