General Chat

This is one I put on another site before they slated me.

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing, and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
o Henri Nouwen Out of Solitude

Friends mean everything to me

That is so lovely carol

everyone one of us needs a friend

skwirrel

Best friend youll ever have is your mum
after her your dog--if you go out and commit
every sin in the book--old mum will still love
you and make excuses for you
Your faithfull hound will greet you with his tail
wagging and eyes full of love
Every one else will judge you and struggle to
avoid you
lovexxx
colin F
P.S. even your bestest of friends

Thank you. Yes I am feeling a bit better.

I do hope you are all having a good day & that we can all remember that by lending an ear, or a shoulder for just a little while we can all make a big difference to someone.

that's lovely Carol , friends mean a lot
I have found some really good ones since I came on here June xxx

a friend is someone who is always there for you through thick and thin - a friend is someone who'll listen, someone who will help you climb that hill, someone who will not judge you - friends are truly precious and I am rich in such friends I'm pleased to say - both on these boards and off them

That was nice Carol, it makes you feel good to be missed. Hope you are feeling higher today!!

Most Important Part of the Body
My mother used to ask me “What is the most important part of the body?” Through the years I would take a guess at what I thought was the correct answer. When I was younger, I thought sound was very important to us as humans, so I said, "My ears, Mum."
She said, "No. Many people are deaf. But you keep thinking about it and I will ask you again soon."
Several years passed before she asked me again. Since making my first attempt, I had contemplated the correct answer. So this time I told her, "Mum, sight is very important to everybody, so it must be our eyes."
She looked at me and told me, "You are learning fast, but the answer is not correct because there are many people who are blind."
Stumped again, I continued my quest for knowledge and over the years, Mother asked me a couple more times and always her answer was, "No. But you are getting smarter every year, my child."
Then last year, my Granddad died. Everybody was hurt. Everybody was crying. Even my father cried. I remember that especially because it was only the second time I saw him cry. My Mum looked at me when it was our turn to say our final goodbye to Granddad. She asked me, "Do you know the most important body part yet, my dear?"
I was shocked when she asked me this now. I always thought this was a game between her and me. She saw the confusion on my face and told me, "This question is very important. It shows that you have really lived in our life. For every body part you gave me in the past, I have told you were wrong and I have given you an example why. But today is the day you need to learn this important lesson."
She looked down at me as only a mother can. I saw her eyes well up with tears. She said, "My dear, the most important body part is your shoulder."
I asked, "Is it because it holds up my head?"
She replied, "No, it is because it can hold the head of a friend or a loved one when they cry. Everybody needs a shoulder to cry on sometime in life, my dear. I only hope that you have enough love and friends that you will always have a shoulder to cry on when you need it."
Then and there I knew the most important body part is not a selfish one. It is sympathetic to the pain of others. People will forget what you said. People will forget what you did. But people will NEVER forget how you made them feel.
Author Unknown

Friends Without Faces
We sit and we type and we stare at our screens,
We can't help but wonder what all of this means.
With mouse in hand ...we roam through this maze,
On an infinite search...lost in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes
At times we'll band together to gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
Soon friendships are formed - but - why we don't know,
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes we'll flirt,
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
Why is it on screen, we are so easily bold,
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell,
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to our 'puters ...and to those we can trust.
Even though it sounds crazy...the truth still remains,
Most of my "friends" have no faces...and odd little names.
~Rusty Black, ©1996

At the beginning of this week I was feeling very down...did not post...one very special person noticed that I had been missing from the boards...she spent her entire Thursday evening dragging me out of my black hole. That is a real friend! She is a special friend to others on these boards...will come to their aid when she feels that they are being slighted. This person is someone I have never met...but will.
She has not yet posted today, I do hope she will soon, but she may have gone to the side of another of her friends who needs her more than I do today.

Who is a friend?