This is actually the story of my life. You are all my friends and I value your friendship and wanted to share this with you. Now, before you read the rest let me explain what a keeper really is to me. Anyone can be a keeper. I have seen it many times, a wife helping her husband, a husband helping his wife. A friend helping his or her friend. People that really care about each other trying to always be there for them to help.
However, I have also seen the opposite. I have seen that sometimes when people become ill then their partner or friend decides to leave. When I was going through my bone marrow my wife Shelly never waivered, but some of my so called friends decided to leave, and I never forgot. It is these kinds of people that were never keepers to begin with. I read and see the love and compassion of the people on this site and I am simply amaized in seeing one human being selflessly helping another human being. When one has some problems and another can comfort that person then they are what I would call a keeper. 18's Marty Dear Keeper, I grew up in the 50's with practical parents. A mother, God love her, who washed aluminum foil after she cooked in it, then reused it. She was the original recycle queen, before they had a Name for it... A father who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones, which we couldn't afford anyway, but in spite of that we still made due. Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat, and Mom in a house dress, broom in one hand and dish-towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress, things we keep. It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there'd always be more. But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more. Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away...never to return. So... While we have it.. it's best we love it... And care for it.... And fix it when it's broken.... And heal it when it's sick. This is true... For illness, For marriage.... And old cars... And children with bad report cards..... Dogs and cats with bad hips.... And aging parents..... And grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep. Like a best friend that moved away or a classmate we grew up with. There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who are special..... And so, we keep them close! Good friends are like stars.... You don't always see them, but you know they are always there. Keep them close -- -- [CMLHope] A support group of http://cmlhope.com ------------------------------------------------- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "CMLHope" group. To post to this group, send email to CMLHope@googlegroups.com To unsubscribe from this group, send email to cmlhope-unsubscr...@googlegroups.com For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/CMLHope --- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "CMLHope" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to cmlhope+unsubscr...@googlegroups.com. For more options, visit https://groups.google.com/groups/opt_out.
