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I had so many times
growing up
when I WISHED
someone would reach out and help me,
but... I got the ojt - street training.

My street?
Corner of tough times and tribulation.

Grew up too fast;
took care of myself;
never had that childhood,
that hope.
Just now trying to learn about hope
and faith,
and all things felt, and yet not touched;
all things known, and yet not seen.

I'll remember -- ALWAYS remember --
those who have shown true friendship.

In friendship, it's quality, not quantity,
that counts.

I've not had many... true friends,
but the few I've had
would give me their clothing,
loan me their car,
their money;
take me in,
put up with my mood swings,
let me be myself,
and forgive me
my transgressions
against them.

Few... but I treasure them, and remember them, every one.

I remember... my street.

Copyright © 2004 Jeff Mason