A friend of mine sent this to me and thought I would share it with everyone.
A FRIEND IS ONE WHO KNOWS ALL ABOUT YOU AND STILL RESPECTS YOU
A true friend is a priceless gift. When we reveal our hopes, our dreams, and our deepest secrets to others, and they still like and respect us, such people are to be cherished. All too often, the only reason others wish to spend time with us-to be our friends-is because of what they perceive we can do for them, not the other way around. A real friendship is reciprocal, one in which each friend benefits equally. You can earn the friendship of others by being the kind of person who deserves respect from friends. When others look up to you, it should make you even more conscious of the responsibility you have to treat them with the same respect you would like them to afford you.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
No More Teenagers
Well we celebrated my youngest daughter Crystal's 20th Birthday today. I am 62 now and it seems I have had kids all my life. When your youngest leaves the teenage years, you tend to realize that there will never be any more teens in your house that are yours. Yes, I have grandkids that are in their teens but it is not the same as one of your kids. I had three - the last one, Crystal, was born a year after I had my first heart attack. Don't ask me if that first heart attack had anything to do with it, I don't know.
I got married right out of high school and started a family the following year. As my other two kids, Sandi and Shannon, grew up and we moved to Florida, they were still close by. In fact Shannon lived with us there for a number of years. We kind of figured after the first two, that no more would come along. But lo and behold, Crystal was our surprise child.
Just thought I would jot this down while I am sitting at the computer and we have arrived back home after a night out at the Mellow Mushroom in Raleigh celebrating. My wife is asleep - exhausted because of the PSP she has.
Sometimes you have to stop and - like they say - smell the roses. My little girl is no longer a kid anymore and it just kind of makes you sad to know that those years are behind you now - never to return.
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