Anyone who has read my ramblings for any length of time knows already how I feel about my friends. I doubt I need to repeat myself now. And you know how I feel about a friend in trouble, too. As if I've not said enough about that already, here's something else I ran across the other day that pretty well sums it up for me.
"When we honestly ask ourselves which persons in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness. That is a friend who cares." -- Henri Nouwen, Out of Solitude
Anyway, enough of that.... Let's look at some pictures, shall we?
"Il diavolo fa le pentole ma non i coperchi."
Jaydog
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