November 16, 2017
I would rather walk with a friend in the dark, than alone in the light.
Before I go for my eye surgery this morning I wanted to let you know how much I appreciate those of you who have offered me your friendship. Too many old friends have passed on without my letting them know how much I valued our time together. As we age we realize that it is the people in our lives that are important and not the things we have accumulated.
I think these days, more than ever, we are known by the friends we keep. I appreciate that in that regard so many of you make me appear to be better than I really am. So again let me say thanks for being there, you enrich my life.
Here is a poem that I like, I hope you will too.
Friends answer your needs before their own.
You come to them with your hunger,
And they satisfy you with peace.
That’s how friends are.
Friends let you speak your mind,
Without worrying what their thoughts will be.
Friends know when you are silent,
They need to listen your heart.
Friends share the joy and the pain.
They know about desire and rejection.
Friends allow you to be who you are,
Without expectations of who you should be.
Friends don’t come with a purpose,
They don’t come with a plan.
They come to enlighten your spirit,
They come to brighten your heart.
They come to give you a hand when needed
And expect nothing in return.
It is the little things that friends do.
Like fill your heart with pleasure, hope and joy.
AAHH… The Sweetness Of Friendsip
There can be no price placed on Friendship
It has once been told.
For Friendships are worth far more than gold.
Friends are those rare people who ask how we are and then wait to hear the answer.
She told me that as an attendant at an exclusive golf club, her work includes welcoming guests to the course and loading bags in and out of vehicles. She’s the only female on the staff, and works with eight teenage boys.
One day a golfer drove up in a yellow Lamborghini. Three of the teens rushed to help him. Later, they gushed about their conversation with the man, who told them he owned three of the Italian sports cars.
“Really?” she replied. “What line of work is he in?”
“We didn’t talk about that,” said one of the boys. “We only asked if he has a daughter.”
Experience is something you don’t get until just after you need it.
One of the single girls in the office came in one morning and began passing out cigars and candy, both tied with blue ribbons.
When asked what the occasion was, she proudly displayed a diamond solitaire on her left ring finger. “It’s a boy,” she announced, “six feet tall, 178 pounds!”
I used to eat a lot of natural foods until I learned that most people die of natural causes.
The social studies teacher had just finished a unit on war and peace. “How many of you,” he asked, “would say you’re opposed to war?” Not surprisingly, all hands went up. The teacher asked, “Who’ll give us the reason for being opposed to war?”
A large, bored-looking boy in the back of the room raised his hand.
“Johnny?” the teacher said.
“I hate war,” Johnny said, “because wars make history, and I hate History!”
A good plan today is better than a perfect plan tomorrow.
General George S. Patton
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The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, not the kindly smile, nor the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when you discover that someone else believes in you and is willing to trust you with a friendship.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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