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A young girl walks into a dark room, shoulders hunched, hair drenched from the downpour of precipitation, eyes wide with despair. As she enters, a deadly silence falls over the room. She looks up, only to distinguish shocked faces and empty spaces. She continues forward. She passes many people; they stare at her in wide-eyed wonder. In order to numb their shock and pain she forces fake smiles and laughter. They buy it. Then, she stumbles upon someone—someone different. She forces that infamous smile, but this man, unlike the rest of the world, doesn’t buy it. He sees through her transparent wall. Through the cheeky grins and posed affections. He looks into her eyes and not only sees hidden despair; he sees a young girl. She was hurt. Long before she can even remember, a terrible tragedy occurred to her. Not only to her, to her parents, her friends, every person in this very room that she just entered had this same tragedy occur to them; they just didn’t know it. They all stumbled upon the same troubles, but this young child was the only one wise enough to understand the outcome. The man removes the coat from his back, revealing deep scars and gashes. He places the coat on the little girl’s shoulders and gently wipes the tears from her eyes—which were unseen by all other persons in the room. Carefully and almost effortlessly he lifts the girl onto his back as she releases the first real chuckle of her lifetime. The man looks over his shoulder with a warm and beautiful smile. He looks into her eyes once more. He now sees a child who is satisfied for she is now loved, there is still a hint of despair, but that will be long gone in a moment. He places her back on her feet and as he does, something catches her eye. Worried and confused she grasps his arm before he can pull away. The girl closely examines his wrists and finds one scar in each. Even a girl of her age could tell that whatever had caused these scars was something excruciatingly and unbearably painful. She looks up. Now the man sees not only despair in her wide brown eyes, but confusion and pain. He sweeps her off her feet in one swift motion and holds her close to his heart. He explains himself in three small words, “I Love You.” As he sets the girl back down again, she doesn’t want to let go of the man’s strong, yet contradictorily gentle embrace. She finally understands. All the despair, all the pain, all the hate; it is all gone. They exchange a look of agreement and understanding as the man places the girl on her feet for the last time. She takes his coat off her shoulders and hands it back to the man. “Keep it,” he says with the most sincere smile the little girl has ever seen. Eyes glistening, she pulls it back over her arms. She merrily skips on toward the first person she spots. It is an elderly man. His legs are no longer in use to him and for that reason he is bound to a chair for the rest of his life. Approaching the old man the girl feels overjoyed, but when she gets a closer look and sees sores and welts so overwhelming that his skin is almost unrecognizable, she stops dead in her tracks. She turns to look at the kind, strong man, longing to be in his arms once again. She considers turning back, but then she sees the look on his face. It shows compassion and understanding. She knows he wants her to do this, so she turns back around and heads for the elderly, crippled old man. She begins to talk to him, not knowing what to say or how to relate. Regardless, she completes her mission and when the conversation is over, she joyously sprints back to the man whose coat is still on her back. Excited chatter streams from her lips and the man laughs blissfully. “Well done my good and faithful servant.” He lifts her onto his back once more and carries her out of the room. As the man is just about to leave, the girl hops off his back and stands in the doorway; a determined look on her face. The man stops and stares at her. She cannot figure out the look on his face. It is not one of confusion, nor anger, nor pain. She stands in the doorway, one foot in the room, one foot out. Breaking the intensifying stare between her and the strong, kind man, she glances at the old man, then back to the man outside the doorway. Although she only looked at the crippled man for a short moment, she noticed something different about him. Something different in his posture, the way he held himself, and the way he looked about. His eyes were no longer filled with shame and disappointment, but joy and relentlessness. The girl has now made it clear that she will not leave without that old man wheeling in his chair by her side. The strong man smiles, as if he has achieved something great but also as if the young girl is still so naïve and still has so much to learn. He cautiously walks toward the determined child. He sweeps her off her feet once again and whispers something inaudible into her ear. The girl is not satisfied, for she knows not what is to come. The man carries her out of the room into the cold, dark world. It is black, there is so much more pain in this world than there was in that one small room. Now the girl wishes she was back in that room where the heartache was immense. The man looks at her with soft eyes and her heart practically melts. She can feel the love that he has for her. At first, when he brought her into this dark and cruel world, she was scared. Now, seeing his face and the protective effects of his love, the young girl knows that nothing will ever stop her from serving him. As the man places her on her feet for the very last time, she looks up at his undeniably beautiful face. His expression shows only love and compassion; nothing else. Although she fears the dark world that is set on the path before her, she knows she need not worry, for this man will never leave her side. The girl reaches up and grabs the man’s hand. It is rough from hard labor, but soft and warm regardless. She takes one small step down the straight path set before her, it is narrow and she knows she is very well capable of falling off. She also is well aware that the man holding her hand; he created that path and nothing could stop her from getting to the end of it. Before she officially begins her journey down the straight, narrow path, the girl looks back toward the room and glances in the window. Inside, she sees the crippled man, wheeling around the room, conversing with the other morbid people inside that room. At the end of every conversation that elderly man has, the person whom he was conversing with seems to have a permanent smile plastered on their face. Finally satisfied, the girl looks to the strong, kind man. She takes one step forward, beginning the long, treacherous journey. Knowing the pain and tribulations to come, the girl keeps tight hold of her Savior’s hand, “I won’t let go if you don’t,” She says as she looks hopefully into his eyes, searching for answers to unvoiced questions. “I will never let go, dear Child; I love you too much for that.” With that, the girl, hand-in-hand with the one who came to save her, begins her journey to eternity. 

You think you have an amazing friendship when you and your friend laugh about anything and everything…but you know you have an amazing friendship when you can cry in each other’s arms and know that everything is going to be all right because that friend always has your back.

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As 2009 comes to an ubrupt end and 2010 clearly approaches I calmly sit back and meditate on the last year of my life. I can pinpoint and name so many dreadful, awful things that happened, but I can also name quite a few good ones. Instead of being engrossed in those horrible thoughts, I’d like to embrace the wonderful occurances of 2009. The one thing that sticks out to me most is the fact that I gained a best friend. You came at just the right moment and I couldn’t have asked for a better person to support and love me in times of trial. Whenever something went wrong at the house, or we ran out of money, or even if I was just having a bad day I knew I could call you up and you’d talk me out of any deploring thoughts going on in my head. You’ve always been there and you always will be there and I know that full-well. I want you to always know and remember, I’ve got your back just like you’ve got mine. I know that this New Year’s will not be the best for you and I’m praying, I really am. For the first time, I am honestly at a loss for words. I have never been in the situation you are in right now and I don’t know what to tell you at all. I know I am an awful best friend, you completely surpass me in that level of expertise. All I can think to say is I love you and thank you for making my 2009 one worth remembering.