PAGE TWO My father always told me that if I could count my friends on one hand, I should consider myself very lucky. As I got older, I found this lesson to be very true. Friends come and go, but not all are friends…some are just acquaintances. I remember having someone I thought was a friend. She would call me over to have coffee or go shopping. I enjoyed her company very much, even though our time together was getting
PAGE TWO My father always told me that if I could count my friends on one hand, I should consider myself very lucky. As I got older, I found this lesson to be very true. Friends come and go, but not all are friends…some are just acquaintances. I remember having someone I thought was a friend. She would call me over to have coffee or go shopping. I enjoyed her company very much, even though our time together was getting