| I’ve heard it said by many that body language is seventy percent of communication. That theory has always sat well with me. It’s probably the main reason no one likes to talk about serious issues over the phone or through email, and why many are looked down upon if they aren’t brave enough to talk about these issues ‘face to face’. But this isn’t about that. This writing is about ‘that look’. I don’t know how else to title it, so that’s what I call it.
‘That look’ is a look that is known by all people. I believe the eyes don’t lie… and regardless of what’s coming out of ones mouth, there is no greater compliment than that look. It’s a look of respect, admiration, care, and often love. When someone looks at you that way, you know they care for you… it’s the greatest thing in the world.
But lately I’ve noticed something about that look, and it’s half way disturbing, yet strangely comforting. I’ve noticed that by vast majority, that look changes with the tides. While many people may look at you that way when you are successful, charming, popular, sweet, friendly, or just ‘at your best’. That look also is contagious – one person may see others giving it to you and gain respect for you as well simply because of that. However, there are few people in ones life… I mean, only a handful, who always look at you that way. I can count them… four or five in my life. As I’ve thought about it lately, very few people have given me ‘that look’… a look of love and respect, no matter where I was in life. At my best or at my worst. In the times I was popular and successful, to the times I was poor and rejected. Through the times everyone around me disliked me and the times I was the life of the party. Most of all, and this is rather remarkable to me, these people have given me ‘that look’ when I have been rude, charmless, angry, immature, and flat out wrong.
It blows my mind to think how a person can look at me with eyes full of utmost respect, honor, admiration, love, and proud to be associated with me, all while they have every right to be embarrassed, ashamed, angry, and hateful toward me. I can’t begin to explain what those people mean to me. So many people claim to be my ‘friends’… claim to love me; but most all of them have proven to be fair-weather friends. Once the rain comes and I am at my worst, these people usually disappear, disown me, or talk bad about me behind my back. Often times, they leave me behind all together.
So this article is a shout out to those who know. Those who call me when they don’t need something from me. Those who forgive me when I have been a heartless fool. Those who will stand by my side through rain and fire, wisdom and insanity, joy and pain. Thank you. You few make life a wonderful place to be, and remind me of my worth when I need it most.
So here’s to friends
P.S. - If you made this far by reading the entry, I congratulate you, half the people in the world would rather look at a picture...so I guess I'll give you a few...some may be embarassing...too bad
P.S.S. - If i excluded you, sorry, I just dug around the photobucket, I'll be happy to add if you a picture of you and I
  
  
  
  
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