Friends

Friends Forever

There are “friends” who destroy each other, but a real friend sticks closer than a brother. – Proverbs 18:24 (NLT).

Real friends stick closer than a brother. They are always in your corner. They’ve got your back. They don’t talk bad about you when you’re not around and they don’t let others do it either. They make it a point to say hi to you when they’re in your vicinity and ask you how you’re doing. They call you. They text you. They email you. They write you. They visit you. They get in touch with you some kind of way on a regular basis because you are important to them. They don’t ignore you when you’re in the same building with them. They seek you out. They pray for you and are there when the chips are down helping with whatever needs done. They don’t run out on you in your time of need, or ignore your phone calls or texts or emails. They listen to you. They make you a priority in their life. No matter how busy you are, they always make time for you. They tell you the truth when they know you need to hear it, and they forgive you quickly if you hurt their feelings. What’s more, they accept you “faults and all” and don’t define you by your failures.

Friends like these are few in life.

You see, people who blow you off, or ignore you, or criticize you behind your back, or don’t show up when you need help, or take no interest in your life or how you’re feeling or what’s important to you, or make excuses for not talking to you are not friends. They may say they are, but they aren’t. They’re just phonies. Real friends don’t do those things.

So, thank God today for the real friends you have. They are treasures to cherish.

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About Dick and Danna

Resume for Dick Vernon, PHD (Possess Highschool Diploma) I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently. I am a strong conservative politically. Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row. I make women swoon with my sensuous steel guitar playing, I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru. Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the Mets, I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I’m bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, I repair computerized aircraft panels free of charge. I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don’t perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. Ihave been caller number nine and have won the weekend passes. Last summer I toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration. I bat .400. My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children trust me. I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have performed several covert operations with the CIA. I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On week- ends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami. Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven. I have given Rachel Ray and Emirile cooking lessons. I breed prize-winning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played Hamlet, I have performe open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis many times when I taught him how to play guitar.. But I have not yet gone to college. ——————————————————- Resume for: Danna Vernon I put up with Dick Vernon. Doesn’t that say it all?
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