Maya Angelou and my bad

Everyone's got their Maya Angelou story, and I have mine.
I'm probably the only person in the world who thinks of Maya Angelou and has a negative thought. Dr. Angelou was the cause of a rift between one of my oldest friends and me. Let me explain.
As a reporter for The Scarsdale Inquirer, I was invited to her lecture at Pace University in Pleasantville on Feb. 9, 2005. I was a fan and had loved "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings," so I was eager to go. But tickets to the event were much sought after, and it wasn't certain that there would be enough tickets to meet press requests until the last minute. When I told my friend, who like Angelou, is a poet, artist and writer, that I would possibly be there, she begged me to try to get her a ticket. I told her I would, but that it would be very last minute. It looked like a no go, and I told my friend to forget about it. She had another avenue for tickets and was going to try that. But, I got lucky and the p.r. person came through with two tickets at the 11th hour and a half. By then, it was complicated and I didn't ask my friend, I invited someone else. I don't know why, it was just easier. I got lazy.
Well, who do I meet at the event, but my friend, who confronted me. She was surprised, upset and very hurt that I didn't call her. I hadn't realized how very important it was to her to hear Dr. Angelou. I never think of myself as the bad guy in any relationship, but that day, I really was.
I had the privilege of meeting Maya Angelou at a small press conference after her speech, where she was as eloquent and inspiring as she had been in the packed gym where she talked about "being the rainbow in somebody else's cloud."
That day, I was definitely the cloud in somebody's rainbow.
My friend and I have long since repaired our relationship, although it took a while, and whenever I think of that day and Maya Angelou, a flood of shame comes over me.
Since that day I don't take my friendships for granted. I'm trying to be the rainbow. It's not always easy, but the refracted light shines back on me.
I think Maya would approve.