Omigosh, ninlaith... I agree with you about the friends.
Yesterday I gave blood for the very first time, and I was terrified. You see, I'm very afraid of needles... But my friend Sharon stayed with me as long as she could, and then when I was on the table, she stayed in view. They um... screwed up... on the first attempt... The nurse forgot to clamp the tube, so they had to take out the first needle, and right away, Sharon was next to me telling me I was doing great and bringing me a can of V8... my favorite... (she's slightly older than me, and has given blood a few times before). When I decided to let them try my other arm, she applauded me from a distance, and when they finished vampirizing me, Sharon was the first one to help me over to the food table (I'm rather small, so I was feeling a little woozy at first when I got up). All the while, knowing that she was there to help me wherever she could, I was thinking "Sam and Frodo, Sam and Frodo, Sam and Frodo." That is our relationship... we help each other with whatever the other needs, whether it be finding butter for mashed potatoes, committing minor acts of frowned-upons... or moral support to fight our way through fear.
Friendships... true friendships... remind me vividly of The Lord of the Rings.
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