Throughout all these years one would think that there would be a tremendous accumulation of friends. After all, almost 60 years of mingling and mulling around. Try and put a number to the people that you have come in contact with, spent time with, conversed with. No doubt the numbers are enormously high. And there are those who enjoy a boast of those numbers, however, there comes a point for others (me) when the endearment of "friend" is a closely guarded treasure and only awarded to the best. Where would I dare to entrust my heart but to that of a friend.
That surely must give you the insight to see that friends I have are far and few between, but those that I do have are golden. My mother always said that acquaintances are many, friends few. I'm sure I can count on my hands my friends and probably with fingers left over ... lets see ...hmmmm ... counting ... my goodness ... no fingers left over and none borrowed ... I am so very blessed.