When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares. We have been through so much these past 7 years and I could not have been more pleased to call you my best friend. Below are some APPROPRIATE photos to remind me how fortunate I am to have some loser from Wheaton (lol) be my random roommate freshman year. Just wanted to say happy birthday Joe, youre my dawwwggggg. Love you bro! -Big Ranch
Posted on: Fri, 16 Jan 2015 00:45:17 +0000
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