short story #2

Friendships can be important with some people, depending on who the person is to you. Some friendships are really worth anything, but others can mean everything. For example, a best friend is someone who sticks by you through thick and thin. What does she mean by that you ask? I mean if you were to ever hit rock bottom, your best friend would be right there trying to help you in any way possible. Now that’s what you call a best friend. Another example appears to in the story “My friend Moe” written by Marjorie Kinnan Rawling, Moe said, “Me and her is buddies, see? If her gate falls down, I go and fix it. If I git in a tight for money, she helps me if she got it, and if she ain’t got it, she gits it for me. We stick together. You got to stick to the bridge that carries you across.”

Moe and his were such good friends that if she had never scratched up a dollar, she would give it to him. When they first met, Moe introduced himself to her on her first Christmas Day at the creek. As she was cooking, Moe and the man he came with, Wihtey, sat on the back steps and visited with the men. After she, Moe’s buddy, got done cooking, she approach the men and asked if they wanted to join her for dinner to grab their attention. After dinner, they both, Moe and her, went to the back steps and talked.

They have an admiration for each other. In the beginning of their friendship, beyond their mutual helpfulness, there was a warm tenderness that made them sit down together on the back steps and talked about the world as they saw it. They both had the same type of view of the world and a lot of similarities with each other. It was like they could talk about anything together. As they got older, they both still remain best friends.

Later on, their friendship was kind of splitting far apart. Moe got married and had twelve kids. She, his friend, became a writer. Moe’s friend was going to New York but, as she was pulling off in her car, she saw Moe. He wasn’t looking so good. His face was so “gray”. His youngest child, Mary, was dying. Her illness that she had was close to pneumonia. Moe didn’t know what to do, he was so confused. He was getting sicker by the day as he had to watch his daughter struggle through the pain that she was in. Until one day he couldn’t fight anymore. As he sat in his chair, he made a stangling sound in his throat and his head dropped and didn’t left back up again.

I think the author’s purpose of writing the story, “ My Friend Moe”, was to show how friendships can be important. Show what you and or anyone can gain out of a friendship. When no one is there, knowing that you can depend on your best friend makes you feel good about yourself.

Overall, I liked the story. It was interesting and it grab my attention in the beginning. In the middle of it, it got serious as far as talking about Mary, Moe’s youngest daughter. But I can honestly say that I wasn’t expecting the end to turn out how it did. It left confused because I wanted to continue on reading it.