And he arose and came to his father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and felt compassion, and ran and embraced him and kissed him. And the son said to him, 'Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son. But the father said to his servants, 'Bring quickly the best robe, and put it on him, and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet. And bring the fattened calf and kill it, and cet us eat and celebrate. For this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found.' And they began to celebrate.

True friendship is when you walk into their house and your WiFi connects automatically.

A friend hears the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails.

Friends are people who know you really well and like you anyway.

A pedestrian hit me and went under my car.

My joy is the golden sunset giving thanks for another day. Gratitude itself is a source of joy.

You don't need a reason to help people.