My Friend

I always need someone in my life who inspires me and I mean really inspires me. Not just someone who is supposed to do that, or someone who is nice, but a truly outstanding person.

I am sure that person is very different for each of us, because you don’t really know me as well as I know myself and it is hard to share some things. I think I know my family and friends, but I also know that most of us don’t share those things that touch us the deepest. For example, I haven’t seen my brothers cry since they were young teenagers and, as close as we are, I know my sister has a very personal side she doesn’t share with me either.

I am lucky though. I know someone who does the things I used to only dream of. Someone who is as masculine as they come, physical and real and generous beyond belief. He is real enough to cry when he’s sad, or happy. He admits his mistakes, talks about his insecurities and then does something about it all. He is the stuff of heroes, but a real life hero.

He is also an everyday kind of person, the sort I can pour my heart out too and know he will understand what I am really saying.

I call him-- my Friend.