Today I want to talk about a friend of mine. It is hard to put into words. Though I will try. I feel so lucky to have him. You know it is always hard to brag about something you have, when other unlucky people do not have it. Still i will talk about him.Have you ever met a believer? He is a believer. My friend. I am proud to say it. He is a fighter. He believes that things can be better. And he fights for it. When you watch him at work, you can not help but feel nothing but proud. World is full of jerks who only thing about their little world.
And then there are people like my friend. He is something else. He is of the kind that cares about others. Yes there are people who care. And after I met him and I got to know him, I can testify that they are real. He cares about me. Most of the time people think that i am weak. Though, they can not see how hard it is to stay naive and nice. Do not I know that there are villains in this world? I absolutely know. But I chose to be a good man.
And he understands. He not only believes in the better part in the world and fights for it but also believes in me. He makes me believe in myself. I love his passion and i love to see him at work.
This entry is for him, he deserves a novel but this is all i can give for now.
He is a friend of mine. His name is John and we met at a Halloween party in 2004.
Love,
