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Yesterday while sitting with my best girlfriend in our usual restaurant, an elderly couple came in. I could not take my eyes off their faces. Their smile wrinkles made both of them positively shine!  

Smile Your Face Depends on it!

 

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~My Best Friend~ 

~ LadyofHope

Part One 

She tossed her head back as she bellowed out a laugh like a wild woman. This friend of mine was uninhibited and she meant the world to me. Only she kept me feeling alive these days.

"Darlin, you really need to learn how to let your hair down and to set yourself free," Hazel purred as she flipped her long, fiery hair over her shoulder. "Look at you! Here you are, a free woman at last, yet inside you are still locked up."

Hazel was the one friend I had who had been with me from the beginning. She was there when I cried from fear. She held my hand as I waited in the doctor's room to have my broken arm placed in a cast. She fed me and kept my spirits alive during the days when he disappeared and abandoned me with nothing to my name.

She was the only friend who stood by me, no matter what, and without preaching, told me that I did not have to live like I did, that there were other options, and she waited, without judgment, for me to make the decision that was bound to save my own life.

Part Two 

I laughed out loud thinking about all the wonderful changes this last week had finally brought. Looking at my best friend, my heart sister, all I could feel was a sense of relief.

"Darlin, you really need to learn how to let your hair down and to set yourself free!" I said with a wide grin. "Look at you! Here you are, a free woman at last, yet inside you are still locked up."

Julie means the world to me. We have been friends for years and years. She was there for me when my husband was killed in that car accident. She held my hand when I agonized over my decision to go back to school. She was the only one who stood by my side no matter what, no questions asked.

I had watched her marriage and how it damaged her spirit. I knew that there were other options available for her and I stood by her and hoped and prayed she would choose one of them before he killed her.

 

 

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