I’ve never heard of a group of friends such as the ones I have. We have been friends since high school, which makes it about 12 years or so now. Despite our distance from each other, at times, we have managed to stay extremely close. I would say we are really family. Through the years, we have seen people come and go, and have been honored to welcome “newbies” into our circle. But, we have always had a bond holding us together. It truely is remarkable. When one of us needs help or support or even just a word of encouragement, everyone else rallies around them. When one of us comes upon success in something, the others are there to help celebrate. When we are bored and need something to do, we can always count on our friends to do something. What is comes down to is that we are always there for each other and we really do love each other. We can laugh with each other, cry with each other, pick on each other, and enjoy each other. What else could be better? These people have been there for me at times many other would have just turned and run. They are some of the most wonderful people I have ever known, and that I ever will. I just wanted to express how grateful I am and how blessed I feel to have these wonderful people in my life!
What amazing friends!
6 September, 2007 by denisethinks
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The Touch of the Master’s Hand
T'was battered and scared, and the auctioneer Thought it scarcely worth his while To waste much time on the old violin, But he held it up with a smile. "What am I bidden, good folks," he cried, "Who'll start the bidding for me? "A dollar, a dollar," then, two! Only two? "Two dollars, and who'll make it three? "Three dollars once, three dollars twice, Going for three..." But no, From the room, far back, a grey haired man Came forward and picked up the bow; Then wiping the dust from the old violin, And tightening the loose strings, He played a melody, pure and sweet, As a caroling angel sings. The music ceased, and the auctioneer, With a voice that was quiet and low, Said: "What am I bid for the old violin?" And he held it up with the bow. "A thousand dollars, and who'll make it two? Two thousand! And who'll make it three? Three thousand, once; three thousand, twice; And going and gone," said he. The people cheered, but some of them cried, "We do not quite understand What changed its worth?" Swift came the reply: "The touch of the master's hand." And many a man with life out of tune, And batterd and scarred with sin, Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd, Much like the old violin. A "mess of pottage," a glass of wine; A game, and he travels on. He's "going" once, and "going" twice, He's "going" and almost "gone." But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd, Never can quite understand, The worth of a soul, and the change that's wrought By the touch of the Master's hand. ~Myra Brooks WelshTags
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