Friendships are what our dreams are made of. We hold onto each other with its binding love. We stand close to each other, hand in hand, showing each other we understand. Some friends may come and go, but you are the truest friend I know Follow the example of Beth Graham, the envy of all the girls in my summer camp. It seemed every guy at camp wanted to be Beth's boyfriend. None of the girls could figure it out. Beth wasn't exactly the supermodel type: She had braces and a prominent nose, a flat chest, and big thighs. It took me an entire summer of watching Beth closely to figure out why all the guys liked her so much: She had incredible self-confidence. She didn't seem the least bit insecure about her decidedly average looks. In fact, she seemed proud. Because she was so comfortable with herself, others felt comfortable around her...So instead of beating yourself up because your hips and thighs are too full, try not to focus too much on the way you look. If Beth Graham...could do it, so can you! Oh, what good will writing do? I want to put my hand out and touch you. I want to do for you and care for you. I want to be there when you're sick and when you're lonesome. Vows are spoken, to be broken - feelings are intense, words are trivial - pleasures remain, so does the pain - words are meaningless, and forgettable. Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved. Worry is like a rocking chair--it gives you something to do but it doesn't get you anywhere. You have been my friend, that in itself is a tremendous thing. After all, what's a life anyway. We're born, we live, we die. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows, anyone's life can stand a little of that. Confidence, like art, never comes from having all the answers; it comes from being open to all the questions. When the tides of life turn against you and the current upsets your boat, don't waste those tears on what might have been, just lie on your back and float. I know someday you'll have a beautiful life I know you'll be the sun... in somebody elses sky. | 
