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I first met Joe Gans when we were both nine years old, which is probably the
only reason he’s one of my best friends. If I had first met Joe as a freshman in high
school, we wouldn’t even have had the chance to get to know each other. Joe is a day
student, but I am a boarding student. We haven’t been in the same classes, sports, or
extracurricular activities.
Nonetheless, I spend nearly every weekend at his house and we talk on the phone
every night. This is not to say that we would not have been compatible if we had first
met in our freshman year. Rather, we would not have been likely to spend enough
time getting to know each other due to the lack of immediately visible mutual
interests. In fact, to be honest, I struggle even now to think of things we have in
common. But maybe that’s what makes us enjoy each other’s company so much.
When I look at my friendship with Joe, I wonder how many people I’ve known
whom I never disliked, but simply didn’t take the time to get to know. Thanks to Joe,