It’s a small, small clan, the clan of those that follow through. You know them when you find them, and you treasure them – lightly, joyously – the way they treasure you. They say what they mean, they keep their promises, they stay the distance, they stick with you.
When you’re twelve, he’s the one that come to your party, even though it’s on the same night as that other party that more people were invited to.
When you’re 18, she’s the one that doesn’t just enthuse about the big overseas trip – she’s on the plane when it takes off.
When you’re 20 and directing your first play at drama school, even though it’s tacky and no one has any idea whether a single ticket is going to get sold, they’re the ones that pitch for every rehearsal and know their lines by opening night.
They’re not perfect. They’re not always on time, or always polite, or even always around. But when it matters, they do what needs to be done, without hesitation or martyrdom.
I like people that follow through. I like people that are prepared to believe in the idea of me, and hold it with care, even when the going gets rough or tough or tiring. I like people that never need to be chased up or checked on, because if they said it, they meant it. They have a clarity of voice and a sincerity of gaze, and consistency that doesn’t wear out with months or years. They’ll seldom (probably never) tell you how special they are. Because they don’t have to talk about it. They just get on with it.
If you’re lucky, you might know some of these fine folk. It doesn’t matter whether you do or not. Start where you are. Be someone that follows through.