SmileStory℠ Created & Owned by Chris Bohinski.

November 15, 2019

November 13, 2019

November 11, 2019

November 10, 2019

November 6, 2019

October 29, 2019

Please reload

Recent Posts

President Obama Smiles!

March 3, 2019

1/10
Please reload

Featured Posts

Beyond the Byline: Finding every reason to be happy

April 6, 2016

 

See full story HERE.

 

One of my best friends celebrated an anniversary yesterday. Not a birthday or wedding, but a two-year move-a-versary to New York City.

 

Christopher Bohinski and I have been friends since our junior year in high school. Our love for the arts propelled that friendship. He went away to college; I stayed local, but thanks to social media and cell phones, we’ve stayed connected through the years.

 

Chris, Maryann and I wanted to live in New York City to pursue our dreams. They wanted to act; I wanted to write. Chris and Maryann moved there, although not to the same apartment as we once wished. Chris moved in April; Maryann moved in June so I’m not in the city with them, but there are times we act like I am. They talk about the city like I know exactly what’s going on — be it crime or the shutdown of a certain subway train.

 

We don’t get together as much as we’d like, but when we do it’s because he’s back home visiting in Wilkes-Barre or I’m in New York City (what a fantastic tour guide) on a day trip. Chris and I always have fun. We laugh, we take photos, we make memories.

 

I’ve watched and celebrated his victories — his off-off-Broadway debut, his background television acting, working at the US Open. I tell him when he makes it big, I’ll be front and center to see him. And I will. Because he’s been there for me.

 

He came in from New York City, bringing my favorite food — Momofuku Milk Bar’s crack pie — when my father passed away last year. I remember calling him when my dad was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in October 2014. I cried, asking him how he coped when his father died from brain cancer a few years back.

 

Chris sends cards, often — just the smallest ‘thinking of you’ cards, and they seem to come when needed most.

 

He has the best Snapchat videos; over the weekend, he made use of the integrated Snapchat filters and was singing lyrics to “The Wizard of Oz.” I couldn’t help but smile.

 

There are times when he’s home and we don’t have time for a lunch date, but he’ll stop by my house for five minutes while walking his dog.

 

Chris finds happiness in everything. I don’t ever think I’ve heard him complain and he always has a smile on his face. Living just outside New York City, the city that never sleeps, has to be rough. I can’t imagine it’s cheap; I can’t imagine his commute — mine is 10 minutes. He’s fearless, telling me he never says no to a job (whether it’s catering or acting, singing or something odd). Everyday that ends in ‘y,’ I wish I could be more like Chris.

 

People ask where I get my strength, especially going through chemotherapy for the second time in two years, and I say, without hesitation, from my friends (and my family). They make me smile, and continuously tell me to “never give up.”

 

As I sat in the infusion chair Monday getting an IV dose of magnesium because the chemotherapy pills I’m on have certain side effects — the lowering of magnesium in the body is one, I thought about the happy times with Chris and all my friends. Quite frankly, I wouldn’t have made it these past two years without them.

Share on Facebook
Share on Twitter