Friends

[Brenda Sue]

Friends come in all sizes...

Your friends will support you....

And respect your creativity for
thinking outside the box...

They'll be there when you need a
shoulder to lean on...

Or a great big hug...

They see beyond the black and
white to discover your true colors...

And accept you as you are...
even when you just wake up in the morning

So make your own kind of music...

Follow your heart wherever it takes you...

And when someone reaches out to you, don't be afraid to love them back...

They may just be a friend for life...

Practice tolerance and patience....

Good friends are hard to find,
harder to leave,
and
impossible to forget!

[Brenda Sue]

I love y'all anyway!! Now, I have to go read it all!!!

[Brenda Sue]

LynnDear - I hear that southeast Texas economy is booming!! We are only one hour from you!!!
I don't hear of any refineries closing - in fact, Motiva is expanding to be the largest in the world (I think).
I saw SEVERAL buses going by - talking workers from Port Arthur back to Beaumont to help with the traffic and parking problems at the refineries
Also, all the construction and buying from the hurricane !!

[Melissa (Tucson)]

Congrats to John!! Woohoo! Party Friday.....when does he start "C"?

[Melissa (Tucson)]

My daughter was standing in her living room when the quake hit. She called afterwards and said her legs were like jelly she was so scared. She wanted to take a shower but was afraid of an after shock. I just laughed with her and told her to ask the doctor for some Klonapin so she's less anxious next time......my poor little California girl.....lol

[Brenda Sue]

A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.

He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.

When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.

When he was close enough, he called out, 'Excuse me, where are we?'

'This is Heaven, sir,' the man answered.

'Wow! Would you happen to have some water?' the man asked.

'Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up.'
The man gestured, and the gate began to open.

'Can my friend,' gesturing toward his dog, 'come in, too?' the traveler asked.

'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.'

The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.

After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence.

As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.

'Excuse me!' he called to the man. 'Do you have any water?'

'Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in.'

'How about my friend here?' the traveler gestured to the dog.

'There should be a bowl by the pump.'

They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.

The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.

When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.

'What do you call this place?' the traveler asked.

'This is Heaven,' he answered.

'Well, that's confusing,' the traveler said. 'The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.'

'Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell.'

'Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?'

'No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.'