The Power of Great Friends

Many years have passed since I last seen some of my friends. In fact, a little over fifteen years have passed, yet good friends from the past and present converged to a single meeting place to celebrate. My heart warms when I am surrounded by support as if the collective laughter and shared stories soothe any mind previously suffering from college finals. Over sake and uniquely tasty Japanese food we share stories new and old. In a table setting for twelve with myself in the middle I feel as if each person contributed something special. My friends from the far left of American politics having proper and polite dinner conversation with friends from the far right of American politics. An old friend who plays paintball engages a recent friend about the sport.  Everyone is involved in conversation and nobody was left out.  Just the way I like it.

I truly enjoy my friends as they are unique in their own special way.  Without them I certainly would be alone.