Sixteen Years: Friends

     Sixteen years is a long time. Although I think I established that in my last post, which I must admit was a bit long and maybe dragged out, but something I felt needed to be written. I don't know about you, but I needed to put it down, and I'm sure someone needed to hear it. Back on subject though. Over the next week, or perhaps longer I hope to write here at least once a day, something important, something inspiring. It doesn't really matter. I just need to get the words on the page. So anyhow, here we go, friends.
     Friends. We all have them, or at least most of us do, and we depend on them, for a lot of things. For me my friends are a support system, a community of people helping and boosting each other up, and I am grateful for them. They have helped me through a lot of things, always been there, and almost always tried to boost me up with their beautiful wit, humor, and enthusiasm, as well as their trustworthiness and truth. I am exceedingly blessed to have them. And as I thought about them tonight, while sitting in church, listening to a discussion about the friends and people we need to surround ourselves with, it hit me again, how amazingly blessed I am to have such brilliant and fantastic friends. What we don't realize often enough is how much our friends and the people around us effect our lives and our perspective. They can drag you down with them, or you can make a community effort to pull each other up. I am grateful for the friends I have, they're trustworthy and dependable. They listen when I need an ear, and they are encouraging and uplifting. They don't do drama or even seem to feel the need to push people down. I can only hope to be the same to them as they are to me, and in the end be encouraging and kind to our friends, be honest, trustworthy, reliable, and anything else they need. Don't pull them down.