Hold a true friend with both your hands.
Last Saturday our two daughters joined us as we had breakfast with the Children of two of our dearest friends who are now deceased. The five children come together from around the country once a year to visit their parents grave site and to remember the good life they have shared.
We have known the family for more than fifty years. For the last few years they have invited us to join them to renew our friendships and to reminisce as we revisit the good times we have had together. These are truly good people, their parents left a great legacy, their children. We are privileged to continue to be their friends. I get great pleasure seeing how they continue to enjoy life as much as their parents did.
You do not have to bother on being judged on the basis of differences that may be based on
There were two friends who were walking across a desert. While they were walking they got into an ugly argument and out of anger one of them slapped the other on the face. The one who was slapped, though was hurt he did not said anything and quietly wrote over the sand “I am hurt because today my friend hit me n my face”. They resumed walking and kept walking until they came across an oasis. They decided to take bath in the oasis then. While they were taking bath the one who had got slapped started drowning. The other friend came to his rescue and saved him. After he got rescued, he wrote on the stone “Today I was saved by my best friend”.
The other friend asked him, “Why did you write on the sand when I slapped you while you wrote on the stone when I saved you?” Upon this, the other friend replied that its better we write on sand when your friend hurts you as it will be gone with the wind but write it on stone when your friend does something good to you so that it could be engraved forever.
Moral of the Story
Your friend always sees the brighter side of you! No matter what your friend will always come to rescue you be it any circumstance!
Odd how much it hurts when a friend moves away — and leaves behind only silence.
An accountant spends a week at his new office, with the accountant he is replacing. On the last day, the departing accountant tells him that he left two envelopes in the desk drawer, and that envelope No. 1 should be opened if he ever encounters any sort of crisis on the job and envelope No. 2 should be opened if a further crisis occurs.
Three months down the road there is a major drama: all the accounts are wrong (the usual stuff) and the accountant feels very threatened by it all. He remembers the parting words of his predecessor, and opens the first envelope. The message inside says: “Blame me!” He does this and gets off the hook.
Three months later, he encounters his next crisis and opens the second envelope.
The message inside says: “Write two envelopes.”
“My dog is worried about the economy because Alpo is up to $ 1.99 cents a can. That’s almost $7.00 in dog money.”
When our lawn mower broke and wouldn’t run, my wife kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed. But, somehow I always had something else to take care of first, the truck, the car, playing golf – always something more important to me.
Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point. When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house. I was gone only a minute, and when I came out again I handed her a toothbrush. I said, “When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the driveway.”
The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.
Moral of this story: Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right, and the other is the husband.
You can easily judge the character of others by how they treat those who can do nothing for them or to them.
A young man called his mother and announced excitedly that he had just met the woman of his dreams. Now what should he do?
His mother had an idea: “Why don’t you send her flowers, and on the card invite her to your place for a home- cooked meal?”
He thought this was a great strategy and arranged a date for a week later. His mother called the day after the big date to see how things had gone.
“The evening was a disaster,” he moaned.
“Why, didn’t she come over?” asked his mother.
“Oh, she came over, but she refused to cook…”
“He is a self-made man and worships his creator.”
When I managed a chemical plant, I instituted a rule that there would be no playing games on our computers. So I wouldn’t be a hypocrite, I had an information technologist get rid of the games on my laptop. Therefore I was surprised to find my grandson playing solitaire on it one weekend. I asked if he had loaded the game…
“No,” he answered, “it was already there. It was just hidden – taken off the main menu.”
On Monday I chided our information technologist for not getting rid of the game. “But,” he explained, “I thought I just had to keep it away from *you* – not from a nine-year-old!”
If a turtle doesn’t have a shell, is he homeless or naked?
Every morning during our coffee break, my co-workers and I listened to the culinary disasters of a newlywed colleague. We then tried to share some helpful hints and recipes.
One day, she asked us for step-by-step instructions on cooking sweet potatoes, which was one of her husband’s favorites. “I’ve finally been able to make them sweet,” she said, “but how do you make them orange?”
“Good actions give strength to ourselves and inspire good actions in others.”
In Miami, the jurors in a multi-billion-dollar lawsuit against the tobacco industry were ordered by the judge to not see the new movie “The Insider”, because it might influence their verdict. He also ordered them not to see “The House on Haunted Hill”.
The prosecutor was surprised to hear this instruction and he said “I understand why you’ve instructed the jurors to not see ‘The Insider, but why should they avoid the second movie, your honor?”.
Being quick and to the point, the judge firmly stated, “Because it stinks!”
Your friend is the man who knows all about you, and still likes you.
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