Monday, May 18, 2015
My dearest friends.
I love it. When people (especially friends) take issue with me. Over
virtually anything. And dare tell me I'm wrong. About this or that.
Because that makes me think. To examine myself. My thoughts. My approach
to life. Usually, I conclude that I am right. And they are wrong. Not
always, of course. Helps me fortify my position. Forces me to mull
things over. And that's what people (friends) are supposed to do. True
friends don't remain mum. They are forthright. And truthful. Especially
with me. That's why they remain my dearest friends. --Jim Broede
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