|Main : Love : FriendshipLuther's Lumber (by: Joe Edwards)|
"Jenny's mother is in bad shape," said Luther. "We're going to have to take her in, and with the baby coming we don't have the room."
Making Friends (by: Author Unknown)
The better part of every life,
Is spent in making friends,
The years leave many broken things,
That only kindness mends!
Mikey's Goal (by: Kim Kane)
Last night was the last game for my eight-year-old son's soccer team. It was the final quarter. The score was two to one, my son's team in the lead.
Mr. Gillespie (by: Angela Sturgill)
When I was in seventh grade, I was a candy striper at a local hospital in my town. I volunteered about thirty to forty hours a week during the summer. Most of the time I spent there was with Mr. Gillespie. He never had any visitors, and nobody seemed to care about his condition.
My Best Friend (by: Kym O'Connor)
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times... these words echoed in my mind as I smoothed out the tulle fabric of my wedding dress and took a deep breath.
My Best Friend and I (by: Chelle B.)
I can still remember the first day when I met my best friend. She had just moved into the neighborhood and her grandmother who also lived in the neighborhood brought her down to meet me. I hid behind my mother and she hid behind her grandmother, scared to look at each other.
Portrait of a Friend (by: Author Unknown)
I can't give solutions to all of life's problems,
doubts, or fears.
But I can listen to you, and together we can seek
Real Friend (by: Author Unknown)
Horror gripped the heart of the World War I soldier, as he saw his life-long friend fall in battle. Caught in a trench with continuous gunfire whizzing over his head, the soldier asked his lieutenant if he might go out into the "No Man's Land" between the trenches to bring his fallen comrade back.
Right Moves, The (by: Tom Crabtree)
One day, many years ago, when I was working as a psychologist at a children's institution in England, an adolescent boy showed up in the waiting room. I went out there where he was walking up and down restlessly.
She Carried Me, Then I Carried Her (by: Melissa Knapp)
She came into my life when I was eight years old. My dad found her at work. She was a stray and starving. He took one look at her, and said "Seems like you could use a good home." He opened up the door to his pickup and she jumped in. Her tailed wagged all the way.
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