Friday, March 11, 2011
I am thankful for friends who can see the gleam of burnished gold beneath the mud on a person. Those who know you and still want to share your board. They'll share your ice cream cone even though you've got the chicken pox. They are those who would go through flying thumbtacks just to pick up something you'd dropped, and know you'd do the same for them. Those people would help hold the flash light while you buried your dog. They are the ones who will tell you your pants have a rip in the butt. They might be laughing, but they're laughing with you (or would if you'd see the humor in it). They are the ones who will go pick your child up from school and bawl them out for being a jerk, 'cause they've got your back. They supply you with fudge when the bottom has fallen out of your world. Those people are spun gold and well worth putting in your safety deposit box.