Friends…

In my younger years, I had an album by country singer Glen Campbell entitled “Galveston”, a black vinyl LP (long-play record of around 10-12 songs) and my favourites were “Take my hand for awhile” and “Friends”.  The latter’s a spoken/talking song; with the strains of “Danny Boy” in the background, Glen Campbell, instead of singing, recited the lyrics.  The lines may originally be from a poem but I’ve always thought they are very meaningful and hence, I’d like to share them with you… 

Friends are never earned. They are gifts from the loving God and they are precious beyond human evaluation. But you dare not take them for granted or they’ll driift away like smoke and the warmth of their caring will vanish into the chill of the endless nights…

Who is your friend? He’s someone who warms you with a nod or with an unspoken word in hard times when you’re hurting beyond words.

Who is your friend? He’s someone who holds you to his breast and sighs softly into your hair when no other medicine could possibly stop the pain.

A friend is someone who clinks his glass against yours or answers the phone at three in the morning when you’re lost and with a few words of encouragement and concern makes you realize that you’re not really lost at all.

Friends come in both sexes and in all shapes and sizes. The most important thing they have in common is their ability to share with you your most sky splitting joys or your deepest most awesome sorrows …for they are your friends.

To all my friends, this is specially for you.