Friends. How many of us have them? I personally have a handful of friends that are part of my “wolfpack”. My friend Mass is in my “wolfpack”.
Mass and I go all the way back to high school. We both grew up with very little money, yet we both have risen from our poverty stricken days. Where we once used to have to worry about how we were going to be able to buy something, that is no longer the case. We both have been very successful at our careers.
I remember a few years ago when Mass bought his new home and as I was walking through the doors, I felt so happy for him. I remember crying a little because of the joy to see him come so far from his grandma’s house on the east side of Bakersfield. I felt like a proud father. Not that I look at him as a son, because he is his own man, but seeing the smile on his face and hearing the joy in his speech made me very proud.
He is a loving husband and father. He is also a really great friend who I love dearly. Although we don’t hang out as much as we used too, when we do get together, it is always enjoyable and fulfilling.
The other day I ran into a young man who I had not seen in many years. He came over to me and started talking. I sensed some pain in his voice and could see the confusion in his eyes. I gave him my number and told him to give me a call. Maybe I could show him something or encourage to look at the brighter side. I don’t know.
I found out the other day that this young man took his life. He shot himself in the chest. He was only 20 years old. He could not handle the pressures of life.
It made me wonder who his friends were. It also made me think of my friends. Who will be there for me when I need them or when they need me. If I am your friend I am going to push you to be your best and I want you to do the same for me. Push me hard! I want to be the best at what I do. I want them to be the best at what they do.
Take inventory of your friends. My favorite quote is, “Show me your friends… and I will show you your future.”