Connections, they may be fleeting or last a lifetime, but they help give our life meaning or at least I think so.
My friends are very important to me. I wrote these words on a train journey home following a happy weekend spent with one such friend and his lovely wife, I hope he realises he is as precious to me as I believe I am to him.
I cannot give solutions to all of life’s problems, doubts, or fears.
But I can listen to you, and together we shall search for your answers.
The decisions are then yours to consider, yours to choose, yours to make.
But I can support you, encourage you, help you.
I cannot change your past with all it’s heartache and pain, nor the future with its untold stories and new adventures.
But I can be there now, when you need someone to connect, to share, to understand.
I cannot keep your feet from stumbling.
But I can offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.
I cannot tell you who you are.
But I can give you the room to discover, the room to grow, the room to be yourself.
Your joys, triumphs, successes are not mine.
But I hope to always share in your laughter.