My father used to say that no man was an island. I never subscribed to that baloney. I was always pretty much a loner. I didn’t need anyone in my life. I was never lonely.
I always had friends, though; many of them. A few, a handful or so, were very close friends. I’ve always valued my friends. I’m a firm believer that anyone with at least one friend in this world is a rich person. Conflicting beliefs for a loner? No, not really. I’m still a one-man show, but I know the value of true friends; even more so this past few years.
I lost my job back in August of ’08. I’ve been unemployed ever since. My unemployment compensation, a paltry $195.00/week, ran out back in February of ’10. It’s been a struggle this past two and half years to eat and stay healthy. I’ve managed, though. Truth be told, I’ve managed (and am continuing to manage) with much needed and appreciated assistance from my friends.
I hope to one day be able to pay them all back monetarily. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay them for all the kindness, though… and I truly hope they’re never in the position to need any help from others, as I was/am, but if they ever find themselves in that situation, I would want them to know that I’ll be there in any way I can be to assist them.
Maybe dad was right. We aren’t meant to be islands floating along, occasionally bumping into one another, in the vast seas of life. Maybe we need to clump together to make a larger, more stable land mass every so often. Thoughts like these really play hell with my big, burly biker image.
Don’t have any friends? Find one. Already have a friend? Let ’em know you care. Don’t be afraid to love a little. Life is an uncaring, pragmatic thing. You can make it just a wee bit softer and warmer with a little love.
P.S. If anyone wants to give me some love, I prefer tall, slim brunettes with light eyes. ;)
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