True Friends

by The Kat on September 15, 2009

in Plato's Cave, Podcasts

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Who’s your best friend? Why? Would you drop everything and go anywhere to do anything to help them? Do they know this about you? Can they count on you? Has your friendship ever been tested?

What is a true friend? What’s your criteria? How many true friends do you have? How many fingers are you holding up?

I’m full of questions about friendship. Cal is full of answers. You better grab the tissue box ’cause I ain’t lyin’ when I say you’ll be cryin’ while listening to this episode of Plato’s Cave™. If not, then you don’t have what it takes to be my friend.

Don’t ever think a sensitive soul who feels for his fellow man can’t be solid steel when the chips are down. In fact, it takes a very strong man to open his heart, bare his soul and share his pain with the world. It takes a tough guy to admit when he’s wrong, clean up his act, pick up the pieces and carry on.

Sometimes, life is hard and the pain slams you like a freight train smack dab in the middle of your chest and you can’t breathe, you can’t see straight and your knees want to buckle. Sometimes, the sting in your eyes and the slap to your pride can knock you to the ground. Sometimes, it’s a helping hand that reaches out in a surprising way that saves your day, if not your life.

You can’t lean on your own shoulder. You can’t see your own shit. You can’t numb yourself to the pain and pretend it will go away.

You can find a few good friends and learn to listen to them when they tell you that you’re way out of line. Hopefully, you have one true friend that you can always turn to when you don’t know where to turn.

Here’s to true friends.

The Kat

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