Back To Miss Caffereli’s Fifth Grade Class

What quality do you value most in a friend?

This is one of those questions I don’t have rhyme nor reason for. This question implies a single quality and the answer is not quite as simple as that.

Which takes me back to Miss Cafferelli’s fifth grade. class.

I did not like Miss Caffereli she has the same teacher who asked me not to sing for a musical presentation in front of the school. One day in class, she walked in and said what makes a good friend.

One person said it was how a person looked. Another person said how a person talked and yet another person said how much money they have. I don’t know exactly where Miss Cafarelli was going with this, but it stuck with me.

She told the class what matters most in a friend, is that a person wants to be a friend with you?

There are attributes of my friends that are pretty consistent. Attribute I find that it’s important in this stage of my life is I don’t want to be doing all the work in a relationship. I generally veer toward people who are kind and easy to engage in conversation and open to an adventure. I like people who call me out when I’m wrong and also back me up when I’m right.

And then there’s a true marker of a friend, that is one who will help you move. That is going above and beyond.

Integrity

These are different times. I have dropped friends who support the MAGA movement in the United States.  That may sound shallow, but it’s not. It’s not about voting anymore. It’s about who you are and how you view your fellow mankind.

Appeal of Strength: Rather than submitting meekly, followers often view a strong leader as a protector of their values, viewing unconventional or aggressive tactics as necessary to preserve their way of life

Stated previously kindness and respect for all mankind is an attribute I consider essential as a friend. And as Miss Caparelli stated., I work work on myself so I can be that person who one would be comfortable being a friend.

Here Is A lyric from Andrew Gold 1978 hit “Thank you for Being a Friend”; I always liked hearing this song on the a.m. radio when I was a kid.

Thank you for being a friend
Traveled down a road and back again
Your heart is true, you’re a pal and a confidant

I’m not ashamed to say
I hope it always will stay this way
My hat is off, won’t you stand up and take a bow

I would love to hear you opinion as well

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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