My best friend Shelley, we were best friends for about 8 years, let me correct that, she was my best friend and her sister Tracy. But Shelley didn't have "a" best friend, her attitude was everybody was her best friend.
Which was a very fitting attitude given her skills at creating reality.
Also it meant she treated everyone like best friends and everyone loved her because of it.
Shelley rings me one day to tell me her car was stolen but the cops had found it and they told her the address and told her that all the windows were smashed and the tyres were flat.
But her comment after telling me this was. "But it'll be alright, can you give me a lift to go pick it up?".
I hesitated for a second to question the flat tyres and broken windows before deciding I'd not mention that and instead said "sure I'll be over in 20 minutes and we can go get it."

We get there and the car is parked near some bush land with houses down the other side of the street from the bush. And the car is fine, nothing wrong with it, like the thief's just parked it there. No broken windows, no flat tyres. Even the very luscious thick sheep skin seat covers where sill in the car.
These seat covers, back years ago when this happened were more expensive than the car itself, yet the thief's left them behind. And, the thieves locked the car before they left?? what?
So Shelley unlocks the car and tries to start the car and theres just a click, click noise, the batteries flat.
Shelley jumps out and I sit in the car and check the dash lights ie oil, handbrake lights all work. I then look at the fuel gauge and its dead empty, clearly the culprits run out of fuel and flattened the battery to try and get it started. I turn and say to Shelley "they run it out of fuel and then flattened the battery trying to get it started. So we need some jumper leads and a tin of gas and it should be good to go".
At that moment a car pulled into a house a few house down across the road. It was a MobiTow vehicle. A normal car with a small trailer behind it that a vehicles front wheels could be hooked into then towed. "he most likely has jumper leads" I said and we walked across the road to talk to the owner. Turned out he had jumper leas and a small can of petrol in his car. We paid him for the fuel, and jumped started her car from mine and off we went back home.
Now the cops were adamant the car windows were broken and the tyres were flat.
Shelley never even accepted that for a split second, instead her response was "It'll be fine". And it was. If she had caught up in negative emotions about her car being damaged would the outcome be different? would it have been damaged? Did the cops just make a mistake and mix it up with another reported stolen car? we'll never know.
But Shelleys positive attitude is the option I'd go with. So many times, so many, Shelley and me and others would be sitting around the table and shelley would go "damn, I'm nearly out of smokes, I should have asked Sue to pick me up a pack on the way over, on second thoughts she'll bring me a pack". Sue had rang about 10 minutes ago to say she was coming over. Now this was before mobiles, so shelley couldn't ring Sue back to ask her to bring smokes, as Sue would already be in her car on the way over.
What happened?
Sue arrives and throwing shelley a pack of cigs says "I bought you a pack as I had to stop and by myself some dories (cigs)".
Now shelley did this often, this was not a one of thing for her to create reality like this. Sometimes cigs, sometimes 2 litre bottle of coke to go with the scotch, she'd say something like john or Jenny or whomever will bring some with them. And they did, I never heard Shelley say that anytime over our 8 year friendship, without it coming true, and remember, no mobiles.
Shelley and I travelled in a camper van together for about 6 months. We were in this party town at one point that was always full of back packers from around the world so every night of the week the two night clubs in town were pumping like it was the weekend, even though it was monday night.

Were at this club and Shelley loved to dance and insisted often that I dance as well but she had a small purse, perhaps medium purse, to big to put in her pocket no strap to go over her shoulder so she, without hesitation turned to the girl standing beside her and asked her to hold her purse as she wanted to dance. The girls face was total shock and she nodded as shelley handed her her purse. We're about 5,000 miles from our home city, her purse has cash, credit cards, debit cards, drivers licenses, Shelleys life was in that purse but she handed it of to a complete stranger without hesitation and we went and danced.
I never noticed Shelley even glance over once to check on the girl with her purse, fully trusting. I glanced over and the girl looked like she was still in shock and somewhat anxious as she held Shelleys purse. I sometimes wonder if that girl still tells that story. "This total stranger handed me her purse to mind while she danced and never looked over even once to see if me and her purse were still there". We finished dancing and walked over and Shelley thanks the girl and our night continued.
I was watching youtube shorts the other night and one of them was a quote from Eistein

"The most important question everyone should ask themselves is - Do I believe I live in a friendly universe or and unfriendly universe?"
Eistien

Eistien literally the grandfather of modern quantum physics considered that was the most important question in the world everyone should ask.
Clearly Shelleys answer to that was... "a friendly universe" as she not only lived and breathed it, embodied it fully. Did everything go her way? no she had bad break ups etc but honestly 95+% of the time her life reflected a "safe universe". It was amazing to watch and everyone from her best friend to some bogan, redneck, shifty, person. She treated everyone the same, as if they were best friends, even though they just met. No judgement everyone was 100% equal. She was an amazing part of my life as were all her friends as they were amazing and also (naturally) amazing people, especially her sister Tracy. They were both perfect reflection of thier mum, a totally loving beautiful mum. Hmm dad, not so much, but mum was amazing just like her 2 daughters. they knew me before I created NRT and also after and both were shocked in the change in me the first time I met Shelley was when her and I and a common friend went to the casino together. A few days later Shelley said she was dieing to tell me something that night at the casino that she had never told anyone ever before, me, someone she had only just met a few hours before. her comment was something like "It was blowing my mind that I really, really, wanted to tell you." The secret? that she was gay, now our common friend Karen, well, I knew she was Bi so I had already put two and two together before we even left the house to go to the casino by taxi that this was a first date of sorts for them.
But it made me feel good to know that I was the first person she was going to tell and I was literally a stranger. We hung out all the time after that for 8 years. Shelley in a short time no longer hid it so even though I'm straight we ended up going to a lot of gay clubs and pubs, I didn't care.

In fact I learnt that gay pubs and clubs were way more pumping than straight pubs/clubs, nobody judges, nobody cares, everyone is to busy having fun drinking and dancing. I also learnt that gay people by average are way, way, more funny, no, hillarious, than straight people by a big margin.

So Shelley and Tracy, thank you, it was a hoot that lasted 8 years.

Thanks gorgeous ones.