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Saturday 12 October 2013

Blind friendship…


A friend swung by this arvo. I was wearing an old, not totally clean shirt, my hair was messy with my specs twisted up in my hair on my head and the chooks had made a mess on the patio – naturally just after I cleaned up their last mess – and yet my friend took it all in their stride and we sat and chatted about stuff and nothing else mattered. That’s real friendship. Things could be at their messiest or least attractive and a real friend makes you feel comfortable. Blind, unconditional friendship – priceless.


1 comments:

anny cook said...

Absolutely. Otherwise, they're a guest--not a friend.