Choose Wisely.

There were three of us on the mountain that day. I remember it well because, hey we were on a freaking mountain.

Bob was a portly fellow, soft, squishy. His accompaniment centered on the knowledge, that if I fell, a makeshift cushion was readily available to soften the first bounce. This relates to the origin of the adage, you never get a second chance to make a first impression. There are times, when that’s of utmost importance.

Mr. Lanky, or Tom as his mother called him, could have just as easily been named stretch, though an inappropriate reminder for a newborn. He was seven feet tall, if he was a foot. Tom was unique in his unreasoned passion for coats sized at least one order of magnitude beyond ample. Unreasoned since, he conceived it offered the likeness of wider shoulders, but mostly it wandered the mind to a swizzle stick in a glass.

But Tom was perfect. If I had to, given his lengthy, possibly hollow boney structure, his misplaced penchant for twice around coats, he could serve as a sufficiently effective hand glider to quickly vacate myself from the mountain.

The story continues, but I’ll skip ahead to ... obvious, simple point.

Choose your friends wisely … you’ll never know when you need ‘em.
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** Picture above is obviously Garfield **