Andrea Sneiderman is my friend. I haven’t spoken to her in over a decade, and yet she is my friend. We were close friends and roommates in college.
In a sorority of hard-working, motivated young women, we were among the hardest working and the most motivated. The apartment we shared our senior year was orderly and quiet.
I had my occasional big night out, but Andrea really didn’t.
I remember wishing she would go out for a drink or to hear a band with me, but she saved her free time. She saved all of her free time for Rusty.
He had graduated by then, so she always had her eye on their next phone call or weekend visit. He was what mattered most to her.
That said, when one of her friends was in need, Andrea would drop everything immediately to come to their aid. Everyone who knew her knew they could count on her.
No matter how inconvenient, no matter the sacrifice to her, Andrea always made herself available to help her friends.
I remember the night one of our pledge sisters called to tell us her serious boyfriend had unexpectedly broken up with her. I answered the phone and started to talk to her. She cut me off and said, “Krista, can I please talk to Andrea?” I wasn’t hurt. I knew that if I had been in that situation, Andrea was the one I would have wanted to speak to as well. She was kind, loyal, empathetic, strong.
Andrea and I have lost touch through the years. As I went through medical school and residency, I fell out of contact with everyone from college. Despite this, I know her.
I know what her character was like then, so I know what her character is like now. That part of a person doesn’t change. It is who she is.
If people could know her, could have the privilege of talking with her, they would know she is innocent.
I pray that her ordeal is over soon, that the case is overturned, that her children can have their remaining parent back home.
And after that, I pray that the people with whom Andrea has contact take the time to get to know her, to discover what an honest, caring, generous person she is.