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He hangs out with me.
He’s a “hanger- on- er”, if you will
He hangs on my every word.
And I do all of the talking☺️
He and I have some awesome debates.
He rides along with me in the best of times, the worst of times.
Oh!! the debates about life that we have.
He takes me seriously, for my own sake.
He takes my perspective and sees only the moral paradigm of my perspective. (wjb)
It doesn’t make me feel creepy, nervous or worried that he is always looking at me.😉
For I look to my little furry friend for a shoulder to cry on, a joke to share, a feeling to overcome. He and I are going places, many places. All the time. Tackling all the world’s problems, my own problems, and life’s daily problems.
He never judges me.
He is largely responsible for the person I am today.
We have unlimited mutual interests and common aims. I am demanding of him—for his frankness with me, for his help in me discovering self-revelation, for learning how to praise another, by his undying loyalty to me.
For his assistance to his self-sacrifice..His moral encouragement and ennoblement. (wjb)
He guides me away from undeserving friendships, confederacies of vice, league of pleasure types of relationships. The ol’ “I’ll scratch your back if you scratch mine.”—kind of existence.
I have cried a river in his presence. He is the opposite of a casual acquaintenance. It has referenced, by “studiers” of friendship, that weaknesses induce companionship easily, more than do virtues. (wjb).
Real friendship.
Real love.
It takes effort to make, work to keep.
C. S. Lewis has said this beautiful friendship is the least biological form of love, it is also one of the most important.
It is downright upright crucial in a person’s life to find the best kind of friend.When you do. Recognize the gift of the beauty that it is and be grateful. Every minute of every day.
Picking the wrong friend can be disastrous. Leaving a mark of disdain and discontent for far too long.
We oftentimes find friendship when we give something of ourselves.
My tiny little whisper of a friend “Lewey” and I are inseparable, in heart. I hold Lewey in my hand sometimes when I am feeling very low. I “high five” Lewey with good news and when a happy moment occurs.
I can sometimes see his expression of delight for me. He is my comrade on this journey called life. He is always there for me, ever present. I am oftentimes his pupil. He teaches me things beyond human comprehension.
Interestingly, he only gets out of the car on one certain occasion. To walk into church with me. We listen, we learn. We return to our car and I hang Lewey back on his space, his place.
On the rear view mirror.
On our journey, he hangs out there to remind me to let it go, leave it in the past. When the new problems arise, and we discuss the various gospel lessons and such, we can both tackle it and remember. Together.
What to do.
He reminds me to stay safe.
To trust the right person.
Relieve all doubt.
He touches my heart.
He is my spirit friend.
He treats me with the roughest courage.
And I am a-ok with this.
He is the solidest thing that I know.
He reminds me daily to veer out of harms way.
Not one step do I take that I do not think of his strength.
”Not one step has man taken toward the solution of the problem of his destiny.” (Emerson, 1941)
Lewey guides my steps daily. He is always there, and here. When he and I click on our seat belts to journey on, he makes certain I am focused, alert and ready to go. Each and every time. He makes me check my conscience. Daily.
What a friend!
He never ever judges me, even in my stupidest of moments. And there have been many🫨. His forgiveness knows no bounds.He really, really listens when I carry his presence in my hand and reminds me throughout the day about the lessons taught, the best things to do. The better way. The only way. To get it right.
He is a soft and tiny whisper of faith, but oh how loud he shouts when I head down the wrong path. He whispers to me to “Hold the Path” (gb).
He welcomes mistakes with the grace of never ending calm. He screams in my head if my head is veering into the path of danger, of stupidity.
Takes my hand and turns the wheel. Will even take the keys, scream for me to put them down, if I am not to get there, quite yet……..
He is a tough cookie.😌
The sweet sincerity that I draw on from this alliance with the beautiful soul of my friend is beyond comparison. “Happy if he know the solemnity of that relation, and honor its law!”
Lewey and I hold a deep affinity for the law.
He proposes himself for contest with me. Where Time, Want, Danger are in the lists, and he alone is victor who has truth enough in his constitution to preserve the delicacy of his beauty from the wear and tear of all these. (Emerson, 1941)
Wear and tear.
Yes. Wear and tear.Wear and tears sometimes journey together. 😥
Lewey never wavers when my well being is concerned. I, in turn, treasure what he teaches, has taught me. Am open hearted and eager to learn more.
A friend is someone with whom I may be sincere. I learned this from a man who taught me well. Very well. I share these memories with Lewey all the time. I think he loves them too. The memories, the stories, so many to share of the goodness of a person. Imperfect goodness.
How I wept when he was hurting. How I wept even more when he had to leave. Lewey was there through it all and in his kind hearted aura has changed in the best possible forms, situations and circumstances over time.
He has introduced me to trust in the right persons, places and things. Given me a confidence to trust myself in the “knowing” categories.
Every man is sincere. At the entrance of a second person hypocrisy begins. Why? because the temptation begins to parry and fend the approach of our fellow man by compliments, by gossip, by amusements, by affairs.
We cover up our thought from him under a hundred folds.
Lewey tells me, “No”. Don’t do that.
And I listen.
High five my friend.
Off we go.
On the next journey of our solid path of friendship.
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