Monday, 11 June 2012


Today, I got to thinking about friendships.
I have been very lucky in that I have always had friends.

Friends come in many different guises and sizes. Some may just dash into your life, leave a pencil-mark on the margin of a page of your book, then dash out again, never more to be seen. 
Others you may know and relish for most of your life, and may appear in many chapters in your book; and in the betweens, there will be those who will contribute a word, a sentence, a paragraph or more at various times, and on various pages of your story.
There will be those who will always be in the footnotes, who keep you on the right track; those who require Italics for their empathy, and yet others who deserve bold emphasis for their strength of character.
Very occasionally, there will be those whose friendship is all these things and more, and they will write whole chapters with you.
But there is one thing that they all have in common, and that is their unquestioning acceptance of YOU.

I am indeed a very fortunate man.

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