His name was Willie Matthews. I called him, "My Buddy". He was 55 and, I, a mere 2 years old. He would be my first real friend, companion, and confidante. Sadly within the next year, an untimely death would cause him to be the first friend to leave my life abruptly. For the next two decades, I would spend my life in shallow waters in the area of relationship and connecting with others.
Author, H. Jackson Brown, Jr., once said "Life is slippery, take my hand." Knowingly so, life would offer its pitfalls, failed relationships, disappointments, and disparities; however where there is love, life would prevail. Genuine love would offer me an olive branch in the form of His children's hand. Though society teaches us to get all we can for self & keep all others at an uneasy distance, REACH a hand out because, hey,life gets slippery.
You might be surprised to find a hand waiting to connect with you.
PING!!!
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