I hope to be this kind of friend.
Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person.
Having neither to weigh thoughts
Nor measure words, but pouring them
all right out, just as they are –
Chaff and grain together –
Certain that a faithful hand will
Take and sift them,
Keeping what is worth keeping,
And with a breath of kindness
Blow the rest away.
Dick in St. Petersburg, Fla
Sent in to Dear Abby.
Stop and think today – Could I be this kind of friend?
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