Once upon a time, a friend fell off a roof and injured himself badly enough that he had to remain in the hospital for several weeks to recuperate. I visited him once and wanted to go back, but he asked me to do him a favor the next time I came, and I never went back for the same stupid reason that I haven't done a lot of things in my life that I wanted and needed to do.
I know that my friend never completely forgave me for that, and I never really forgave myself. I think that unfortunate incident helps to explain why he and I are apparently no longer friends. It's no doubt just one of several reasons, but I suspect that it's one of the bigger reasons when you come right down to it.
There are so many things I'd do differently if I could go back in time knowing what I do now. One thing I'd most definitely do is go back to that hospital many times to visit my friend.
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