The precious ones.

I’m not always nice. Even to my friends. I can be impolite, impossible and aggravating. But that’s all right. Because with friends, I dare be honest. Better to tell a friend what he/she doesn’t want to hear.  Of course, I may be wrong. I make mistakes. Dealing with friends. Again, that’s all right. My best friends forgive. Little wonder. They are the precious ones. –Jim Broede