First let me say that my title may be a bit of an exaggeration. But then again…maybe it wasn’t. Either way, it is one of the best stories you’ll read here and also a great story about friendship.
I have been friends with Daniel Mondl my entire life. Last weekend, I had the honor of being the Best Man at his wedding. During the Rehearsal Dinner, I shared this story because I thought it demonstrated a very noble quality of friendship that Daniel has exhibited well over the years.
In 2008 we went to New York City with another friend, Zak Beard. We were walking in Central Park and noticed they were filming a movie of some kind and thought it was cool to see. We were distracted, however, by a crazy man with a Scottish accent yelling at the film crew. We didn’t catch everything, but as he walked away he shouted, “The names Blund, James Blund!” Then, with all the malice he could muster in his voice he said, ”And I am liscensed to kill.”
Naturally, we thought this hilarious. A few minutes later we arrived at the Bethesda Fountain. You have probably seen it in movies because it is rather famous. Being a group of three guys, we realized we had not taken any pictures together and decided our mothers would probably like one. The fountain seemed as good a place as any so we started walking down the stairs to get to it. As we walked, our paths crossed with none other than…Blund, James Blund.

The Famous Bethesda Fountain
Considering the fact that he was so funny, I thought it was a good idea to ask if he wanted to be in our picture (I often make poor decisions for the sake of a laugh). At this point, my friend Zak walked away out of embarrassment (I have a way of causing people to do that). James, however, seemed happy about it and agreed. When he introduced himself, however, things turned South. When I said, “nice to meet you James Blund,” I apparently said his name wrong. I’m still not sure what his name really is, but he got very angry (probably due to the fact that he had too much to drink that morning). (Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever used parentheses this many times in one paragraph. Probably a sign of poor writing).
Next thing I know, Blund is in my face yelling about how Americans have no respect and threatening me with the fact that he was licensed to kill. He was trying rather hard to intimidate me, but I refused to back down and held eye contact with him. I was a tad nervous, but even though Zak had moved away and did not know what was going on (he was distracted by something else, I will get there shortly), Daniel was right there next to me. I knew that if this guy made a move, Daniel would be on him instantly and when Zak saw something amiss he would run over as well.
Eventually this crazy guy decided I needed to show him some respect by bowing to him. At this point I decided it was time to just walk away, so I did. He started following me of course, ranting about his special license to kill, so I moved towards Zak so he could know what was happening.
Now, you may be asking yourself, “where was Zak?”
He was under a bridge watching some other guy wearing nothing but a loin cloth sing chants (Gotta love New York!). Once we were under the bridge, Blund ranted for a few more seconds and then said the following in his malicious voice, “All’ight, I am going to leave now. But not because of you (he points to me)…but because of him! (he points to Daniel) You should respect him, even more so than me. You owe him your life!” He then trounced off to find someone else to bother.
We were talking about the experience to Zak when suddenly the man in the loin cloth spoke up in a voice that could have been mistaken for Michael Jackson’s. “Umm…Excuse me? What was all that about?”
I replied, “Ahh nothing, just some crazy guy.”
“I too know what it is like to be persecuted, and it is not fun. But do you know why I think he left?”
“Why’s that?” I asked.
“He left because this is a place of peace. His dark soul could not stand it! So he left. Now, I think you should call the police about this man before he hurts someone.”
“You really think so?” I was under the impression that this sort of thing was normal in New York.
“Oh yes!” the loin cloth man responded, “I believe the number is 411.”
Daniel looked at me, trying to decide if the guy was joking. “Uhh, Do you mean 911?”
“Oh yes! I believe that is it.”
That was our cue to move on. We left, called the police (which led to nothing), and finally took our picture. Daniel, of course, reminded me for the rest of the trip that I owed him my life. He was especially keen on reminding me of this fact whenever we had to pay for something.

Who knew how much this picture would cost?
Although the loin cloth man may have been right about the area under the bridge being a place of peace, I think the reason that Blund really left was the fact that my friends stood by me. That, in the end, is a huge part of what makes a good friend. We may not agree on everything, but when all is said and done a good friend stands by you and supports you no matter what.
I think this applies in marriage as well. My wife and I don’t always agree, but at the end of the day we will both stand by each other. I think sometimes people forget how important it is for your spouse to be your best friend. It makes life so much better! When you put the other person first (be it friend or spouse) and stand by them even when doing so puts yourself at risk, you will each be blessed in amazing ways.
How would you define a good friend?