My husband was hurt at work and had a 90% chance of never walking again. We had to move from the home we were renting since it was being sold. We had no moving help and disability insurance just barely covered our living costs. My friend Cherie told me she would help, and showed up at my door with 3 young men whom she paid to help and refused to be repaid for this. They loaded the truck, drove it 300 miles and helped us unload and unpack. I could not imagine a better friend.

Posted by: Kimberly Duke | May 19, 2008 8:20 AM

During my Mother's funeral, I was feeling very alone. My Mother was a single mom. She was my best friend, my confidant and source of unconditional love and support. I was totally devisated when she died but being a new mother with a 18 month old child I had rare moment to express my grief. Before going to the cemetary our family was allowed a few minutes with my Mom. My two older brothers, both close in age and much older than me had been fueding for years prior and took this as a time to reconcile. They were standing together really leaning on each other for support. My Aunt knowing of this relationsip went over to speak to them and to hold on to them. I was by myself- physically, emotionally and spiritually. I was standinng there not feeling much of anything, not hearing anything, seeing through tunnel vision the one person that I needed the most. Then from no where, my friend, who I've been best friends with since the 6th grade, was holding my hand. Having just had her second child two months ago I thouhgt she wasn't going to make it. Just standing next to me was the nicest thing my friend has doen for me.

Posted by: Joan | June 6, 2008 1:12 AM