I’ve look back at my life every
couple of years and I marvel at how much has changed. It’s been five years
since we moved to our new home. It’s been three years since I left school. It’s
been two years since I started the totally annoying qualification that I’m
doing right now.
Making new friends everywhere
you go is a given. But you know that not all friends remain in your contact
list till the end of eternity. True, there comes a point in every man or
woman’s life where they either lose a phone or a sim, (most often both)
But that’s not what I mean. What
I mean is, not everyone survives to make it to the new list on the new phone.
You meet new people, you sort of
bond, and then by the second week find out that you’ve become a group, all for
one and one for all; but then by the time whatever brought you together has
ended, you go your separate ways. Some of those guys might still keep in touch
for years afterwards, but there will always be those few who drop out of sight
and surface only occasionally, if ever at all.
But even then, as you go on, there
will be those few stubborn ones that cling onto you like barnacles and refuse
to let go. These are the people you look to in times of need, and they will
usually help you. And these are the guys who look to you for help in their own
time of need, and you’re honor bound to wield sword at their side, come dragon
or fire breathing debt collector.
