A young hippie in San Francisco was once experimenting with acid. During that vulnerable time, a tough looking motorcyclist with a swastika tattooed on his arm entered the room. In his state of mind, he was sure that this biker wanted to kill him, so he ran out into the street in a panic.
He wanted to run to safety, but who would take him in when he was in such a state; a wild smelly hippie tripping out on acid? Then he remembered Rebbe Shlomo; “He is the only one who will accept me the way I am.”
He ran to the house of Rebbe Shlomo and knocked on the door. “Shlomo, I need help.”
Rebbe Shlomo put him into his own bed, muddy boots and all. He then went into the kitchen and made him some food and tea. For the next few hours Rebbe Shlomo sat by his bed, strumming his guitar and singing, until the acid wore off.
“You can always go to Rebbe Shlomo, no matter what shape you are in.”
How do you know where your home is? If I go to someone’s house smelly and dirty at 2:00 A.M., they say, “Why did you arrive so late? Take a shower. You are filthy.” But if I come home, they tell me, “We are so happy you came! We were waiting for you.”
If someone asks me to do him a favor, and I say, “I just did you a favor yesterday,” then it’s nice and sweet, but it isn’t sweet enough, because I still have reservations about doing something for the person.
There are two kinds of friends. A good friend is someone in whose presence I would like to be better. But then there is a true friend – in their presence I am better!
The greatest friend is not somebody who loves you, but is somebody who really, really believes in you.
Every person needs one person to love, and every person needs one moment to hold on to. “Please G-d, give me just one friend, give me just one moment.”
Find a person who needs a friend and befriend him!