The time has come for the fourth installment of “Intrinsic Influences,” the
series in which I detail those people in life who deserve a monument. Today’s subject is the first human in the series who I hold very dear and who (I hope and belive) still holds me dear as well, unlike previous influences who were either of animal descent or who had developed negatory feelings against my existence.
I first met my closest and most dear of all friends, Brittany Lynn, over a year ago when we were assigned to be Madrigal partners. I, of course, knew who she was beforehand but had never spoken a word to her to that point. I don’t even believe we actually spoke until the night of the final concert that year, minutes before we were to enter the stage to replace the Madrigals from the year before. I was shy and menacingly indifferent to most human beings except for my few friends and especially my girlfriend (first and still only to the moment this post was written), so I imagine I spoke little and perhaps even offended the poor girl. I didn’t know it at the time, but that was the beginning of one of the most dear and wonderful friendships since the beginning of the human race around six thousand years ago.
We truly began to be friends around October of 2008 when we went toWJHS’s Homecoming dance together. Since then, we’ve been through thick, thin, and chocolate stew together, singing together in Madrigals and loving just about every minute of it along with having other varied adventures and exoduses. Brittany Lynn is one of those people who makes a person want to be better just by knowing her. Indeed, Brittanly Lynn was the sole inspirer or at least had some direct influence in the writing of this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post (the pictures, by the way, are firstly of 
the “imagine” mosaic in Central Park in New York that regards the Beatles’ song “Imagine,” and secondly of my grandmother in a happy state), this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this wishlist, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, and this post. Not even Julie has that much writing about her or because of her. Let’s just say that Brittany Lynn has been a bit more than an inspiration for me.
She’s a person who I can talk to more easily than to just about anyone else, and I enjoy the times, though sadly they’re lesser and lesser as of late, when she and I can have a lengthy conversation about whatever is on our minds, the both of us offering support for one another with responses of advice, queries, and intelligence. I give Brittany Lynn a great amount of credit for who I have chosen to become today: any goodness that’s to be found within me, any desirable traits that remain, the things I think about and work to achieve, and even the mannerism in which I laugh (which is peculiar enough to behold). Brittany Lynn came to me at a turning point in my existence when I could have chosen one of several ways to go, and she influenced my life so much so that I chose the best of the paths. Even still, I find that after long, hard, tumultuous days, if I happen to get to communicate with my dearest of all friends, I generally am blessed with calmness, happiness, and a peace that is harder to attain alone. Brittany Lynn is a very intelligent, talented, kind, and sensitive person, and I thank my God that He had our paths cross as she has rubbed off on me and helped me be more than I could ever have been before
more than I think she may ever know.
Closer to the surface, Brittany Lynn has an amazing talent for music; she can sight read playing the piano or singing with ease, she can even make up her own renditions of music with a different arrangement in front of her, and she has the most amazing voice I believe I’ve ever set ears upon. I love to watch her play the piano and sing; it’s glorious to behold.
I wish I could write more about my dear Brittany Lynn, but that would fill up volumes, and I don’t believe the English language has enough words to truly describe her amazing person anyway.
It is said that Heavenly Father sends angels in the form of people to bless our lives. I can attest to that, and all I need to do is say my most dear friend’s name to do so. So it is in life that friends often come and go; they pass through and influence each of us for a short season, and then they go their separate ways, hardly to be heard from again. I only pray that Brittany Lynn and I can remain the close and dear friends we are and be the one of the few exceptions to that rule, as nobody had a more loved friend than I have in her.
