Don't fear your best friends...

I recently took a battery of psychological tests for my Testing and Assessment course, and although they indicated that I don't have any serious psychopathological disorders (yet), I did take from them some pretty meaningful insights about who I am. One theme that permeated each of the four tests administered was my appreciation for close, personal relationships. And while this isn't something that really surprises me, I think that I've recently taken for granted those whose friendship and daily interactions directly effect who I claim to be as a human.

As of Friday afternoon, I had:

1. No working vehicle--Steve broke down on my way to class earlier that morning and I had to abandon him on PCH. He remains in a coma.
2. No wallet--it has been missing since last Saturday.
3. No money/cash, except for the $37 in my checking account.
4. A check waiting to be picked up at work in the Palisades (with no way of getting there--see #1)
5. $150 of dues to pay by the end of the day.
6. People ready to help and make my day a little better.

In the wise words of Michael Franti:

"Don't fear your best friends, because a best friend would never try to do you wrong..."

Thanks Carpet Hole.