Friends: A Sweet Dream or A Beautiful Nightmare ?

It's been a trying week. It's one thing when others break you down but, it's another thing when you are breaking your self down. When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves. You face old challenges that question a new you. And when you find yourself fighting for yourself you begin to ask a new question: Is it worth it?. But, like the Beatles said, "I'll get by with a little help from my friends."

Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away. That, that is friendship. To say tonight was a challenge is an understatement. But, somewhere in the misery she managed to find two words that I couldn't resist smiling about, "No cheese."

And to the world those words mean nothing but, to me, at that moment, they meant everything. They meant that she was my friend and I was hers. They meant, it would be 'ok'. Then, suddenly it was. Of course life isn't that easy, and all my troubles didn't disappear but, they aren't as heavy since I had someone else to help me carry the load.

"Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.
"Pooh!" he whispered.
"Yes, Piglet?"
"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw.
"I just wanted to be sure of you.""