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...but I thought we were friends?

Ever find yourself always being there for those you love and those who need you. Whether it's family, friends, or even complete strangers? You would do anything in your power to help in whatever way you can, even if it's just something as simple as a message to bring upon a smile?

Ok. I am sure we all have been there.
Now, tell me one thing.
When you are in a predicament where you need someone, whether its to lend a helping hand, to talk, or just even a hug ... how many of you find yourself feeling ALONE. With no one around to ask if you need anything, or to just be there.
True what they say. You know who your friends are when you are in the most difficult situations. The bandages are removed from your eyes and true colors are revealed.
The individuals that you believed will always be there for you are the ones who don't even bother checking up on you. But yet, look for you when, of course, they need something from you!

That's when you realize certain things. For instance :


These past two years have been like a roller coaster ride for me. With my daughter being diagnosed with Leukemia at such an early age, with having to be in and out of the hospitals, with having to take time off from work to take care of her, and having to be away from my son at long periods of time.
The "friends" I thought would be there for me during this time, for whatever reasons went "ghost". Didn't hear from them as frequent. Didn't see them as much, unless I was the one reaching out. I was, and still am, hurt by this. All I could do is shake my head and brush it off. Who needs a friend like?!
Yet, I was blessed with the presence of many who I didn't even think would be the ones to offer to help in any way possible, who would call and/or text to make sure everything was OK, who would go out of their way to make sure my family and I had dinner to eat while in the hospital. I have been blessed with many who came into my life during these hard times and have managed to make themselves feel like FAMILY.

My mom always told me in Spanish,
Un amigo es un peso en el bolcillo. 
Meaning, a friend is just a dollar in your pocket. They come and go.
But:

 I give thanks for being blessed with a few selected individuals in my life, that have been there for me no matter what the situation has been. You don't have to see each other everyday, or talk to each other everyday to be friends. Friends are those that after long periods of seeing each other or talking, are able to come together and pick up where they left...

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