"All The Lonely People, Where Do They All Come From..."

I absolutely love my friends. Somehow growing up I managed to hook up with a top notch crew that no matter what happens I know I will always have around me. I can't describe how it makes me feel when I see how we all step up and act when one of our own gets a little tripped up in life. And there is no hesitation in my mind to ever take that step up myself because I know the others would do the same for me in a heartbeat. Even when they're 600-1200 miles away I know they're there, and they've always got my back.

I value a friend a lot, and in most cases I'd rather be around them more than my own family. (Not that I have anything against my family but think the other way, that's just how high I value a friend.) The value of a true friend is priceless, and if someone has an issue with you and won't open their mind and try to understand the situation to work things out eventually, then apparently they really just don't care enough and aren't worth associating with anyway. Though don't misunderstand what I'm saying, sometimes you just need a little time to work things out, and time is always a small price to pay when it comes to certain people. You can get a very good idea on the worth of a friendship with someone by how much time you are willing to spend apart (and not just say to hell with this) when things jack-knife for a while. I'm proud of the fact that the said few talked about in paragraph number one always have an infinite amount of time in my book.









rHu 4 Life...


[and of course one extended family SSS :) ]