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This is Friendship

(Abajo Español)

"It is one of the severest test of friendship to tell your friend of his faults. If you are angry with a man, or hate him, it is not hard to go to him and stab him with words; but so to love a man that you cannot bear to see the stain of sin upon him, and speak painful truth through loving words--this is friendship. Our enemies usually teach us what we are, at the point of the sword" —
Henry Ward Beeche.

I woke up this mooring thinking of friends and mistakes. Mistakes that have cost me friendships.

I know, and I'm sure, I may have not always be there for my friends in the way they had needed me to be; indeed, some times I have opened my mouth when it was time to be in silence and listen. I'm harsh, imprudent and moody; likewise, not always notices my falls and usually feel that I'm right! However, I believe, I'm able to deal with my mistakes and humbly recognize when I have done wrong, trying to be a better person and, if possible, a better friend.

For those of you that are able to speak to me painful truth through loving words, - THANK YOU!. Your friendship keeps helping me to be a better person, and I'm sorry if I have hurt you anyway.

To those of you that angry at me have found easy to "stab" me with words and walk away- I'M SORRY!, yet I thank you for showing me a painful truth I hope will help me to be a better friend to others.

"Es una de las más severas pruebas de una amistad decirle a un amigo de sus faltas. Si usted está enojado con un hombre, o le odia, no es difícil acercarse a él y golpearle con palabras; pero amar a un hombre tanto que no se puede soportar ver una mancha de pecado sobre él, y decirle una verdad dolorosa a través de palabras amorosas - esto es amistad. Nuestros enemigos nos enseñan por lo general lo que somos, en la punta de una espada "Henry Ward Beeche

Me desperté esta mañana de pensando en amistades y errores. En los errores que me han costado amistades.

Yo sé, y estoy segura, de que puede que no siempre haya estado ahí para mis amigos en el modo en que debía, de hecho, algunas veces he abierto la boca cuando era momento de callar y escuchar. Soy dura, imprudente y de mal humor. Así mismo, no siempre me doy cuenta de mis culpas y por lo general siento que estoy en lo correcto acerca de todo. Sin embargo, creo, que soy capaz de hacerle frente a mis errores y con humildad reconocer que he hecho mal, tratando de ser mejor persona y, si es posible, mejor amigo.

Para aquellos de ustedes que son capaces de decirme la dolorosa verdad a través de palabras de amor, - ¡GRACIAS!. Su amistad me ayuda a ser una mejor persona, y lo siento si en el proceso los he herido.

Para aquellos de ustedes que enojados conmigo han encontrado fácil el "apuñalarme" con palabras y terminar la amistad-¡Lo siento!, y les doy las gracias por mostrarme una verdad dolorosa, que espero me ayude a convertirme en un mejor amigo para los demás.


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