I Know Who My REAL Friends Are


I know who my real friends are because…they are there for me when I’m down, not just when THEY are down. They are there when I need an ear, shoulder/help, not just when THEY need them. They are the first to say, “yes” when I need help, even if I don’t ask because they know that I do it for them. They are there to share the good things that happen too, not just call me or come to my door when something is going wrong and they need something. They fill me in on what they’ve told me and have been worried about, no matter how it goes because they KNOW that I am concerned for them and, they don’t forget about filling me in or letting me know what happened along the way or, when the storm has passed and they’ve moved on because they know that I will let them know the outcome of my situations too. They call me just to see how I’m doing, not because they have a problem or expect me to do something because it’s “expected” from me. They are as concerned about me as I am about them. They aren’t playing a game, texting someone else or cut me off to take a better phone call or do something else they want to do while I’m pouring out my heart to them because they know that I’m all ears when THEY are pouring out theirs. Most of all, they WANT to be around me and make the effort to do so as I do with them. I know who my true friends are. They do too.

Published by ponderinglifetoo

I'm a wife, mother, artist, photographer and bookkeeper. I love writing out my thoughts in journals but, am finding my way to sharing these with others now.

9 thoughts on “I Know Who My REAL Friends Are

  1. Dear ponderinglifetoo,
    What could I add? You may already know me..I’m blown out the way you’re on the spot. I’ve done my voluntary work without expectations as I could. But, come on, when we live on earth we should have even a slice of little of respect for us. It belongs our basic needs to be treated somehow. I’m a human being. You are. As long as we live here we are just that and nothing more. It’s life as they say. It depends where and how we see the facts. If it could clear something shortly up where I come from I was badly bullied in school, for years after years. Through army. Through my whole being. Bullied the way it became my own essence. I was a piece of shit and I knew it with my every level of cells. So came time I found myself to be trained street fighter who knocked people easily out. Once in Poland I almost killed a man. My past have ugly situations no one wanted to know the details. For you who maybe now are keen on starting a fight me, relax, I’m blind old man and if it feels you better I also know how it feels to land on the streets with fractured bones painted blood like a crushed cockroach. I come from a wealthy family and I lost it all. While sailing overseas I thought I had again. I eventually lost it all again. There’s times I’ve been a beggar but never a liar. What can I say about friends? After all let me put it shortly like this. I mean overseas and worldwide. The more one have money, the less you can trust of him/her. The more one gives his/her fortune away the more he/she is a guy you really can trust. If you don’t believe me it’s okay.

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      1. Oh, thanks but I must add for your readers Believe Yourself! You’re a professional writer, aren’t you? The amount you have shared and all the ideas are coming from your existing life? How do you get it in short, if you will?

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        1. Thank you for the compliment, Juha and the words of wisdom for both myself and my readers. We ALL need to believe in ourselves, don’t we? If we don’t believe in ourselves, who else can or will?

          As for being a professional writer…well, not exactly a full time writer. I have sold articles, written children’s books and had a newspaper column for a short time but, I am not living off of my writing and getting nothing monetary from writing this blog. It’s purely for my own enjoyment or a hobby.

          As for the pieces coming from my existing life, yes…some of my pieces are from experience or those who are part of my life and have gone into great detail with their stories. Other pieces are researched pieces where I’ve spent a great deal of time researching certain topics then, adding my own opinions to make them “Opinion” pieces. I don’t wish to be a newspaper or news source so, they are purely my own research and opinions. 🙂 There are a lot of differing sources that I get both inspiration as well as facts or the basis for pieces from and they will vary, according to my interests or topics that have evoked a great deal of interest or emotion in me as well as my education from university and further learning on my own, not the least of which, includes reading and watching documentaries etc.. I try to be as balanced as I can in whatever I write or, better said, as “fair” as I can be.

          I hope that answers your questions. If this answer hasn’t answered your questions, write again. I’m here.

          Blessing Juha. Love and Light


          1. what could I say.. I have no words. I honestly look you upwards. This is not a compliment. It is how I feel. You know, I’ve been writing a lot with my own language and that was the basic reason because your encyclopedia is too wide for me to take. No. I’m not licking you. I just be amazed. I’m how I am. You see me, so we can be just the way it is. While you’re a bottle opener you’re also a teacher. I’m sort of too. What I’ve stated is not against any education. My father thought I was. No. If you will, let me write shortly the world I had a nice time in. Firstly the children was educated to basic psychology. Within practice after practice how people react and how do you. With teachers who was graduated themselfs in the university of compassion. The second important thing would be to educate the children to know all about the health. Third was to teach them the joy of cooking without killing animals. Fourth how to join small groups to get going along with different opinions. Fifth the problem solving skills. Sixth the skills of medicine. Seventh the science. Eight the sexuality and all its forms. When these was embraced by the age of teens there would be solid ground to continue forward in my little opinion. So what to do with the hard ones? Punishment, spanking? No. The life review as it goes in NDEs? Yes. Simulated situations where you get all the pain back to you how you was giving it for others. With a trust you’ll be always safe. In age of twenty everybody should be travel once around the world. In age thirty once again. In every decade same. Naive? For sure it is but let me be. Now to increase my steam the whole planet would be perfect if there was some beautifull ladies giving me their adorable smiles to me go insane time after time. It would be “click” and then a “click” and if I had a force to change the universum the clicks would continue till I was underground smiling my heart to heaven. Juha PS if you feel any sort of the way I should start to keep my mouth shut, let me know and I’m yours.

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            1. Thank you so much Juha.
              I didn’t “publish” this message from you to me for all to read as I felt it was coming from a more personal perspective than one you would wish everyone to read as well. If I am wrong, I will publish it for all to read too. For now, I am responding just to you in private.

              Where do you live in this world? I mean, what country? I’m in Canada.

              It sounds as though you have learned a lot about a lot of things in Life.

              My husband and I used to have a priest from Pakistan come and visit us on a regular basis for many years. He’d sit and have tea with us, telling us stories of his youth and his experiences in Life. I was always amazed….though sometimes, his words were mixed or incorrect because English was his second language and he had a heavy accent which made it difficult sometimes to understand him. However, I always learned something from him. He has since passed away but, I still treasure his visits and what he had taught me. There is much to be said about someone with a lot of experience in Life who can pass wisdom to others. Even without trying to be a teacher, he was one.

              My Father-In-Law was Slovenian and he lived through the Second World War, having been part of the Hungarian Army then, leaving Communist Slovenia by sneaking across the border with my Mother-In-Law and my husband and his brother. I would be fascinated by his stories while my husband could have cared less. I asked many, many questions of him because he was also teaching me so very much. He spoke with such detail at times that I could often picture the scenes he would describe. He has also passed onto the Other Side now but, like the priest, I cherish his stories and remember them well. He was also my “teacher”.

              I think everyone has a story and every story is a lesson of one kind or another. Every experience is a “teacher” and every time we pass that along to someone else, it makes us all “teachers” as well. We can all learn from one another.


              1. Hi,
                at first the way you feel about your friend from Pakistan is the way he will hear your thoughts. He will see you. He will feel your emotions. He will love you. He is passed by but believe me, he is still alive. Everybody us will be. Your Father will be no exeption. You have an ability to see in your head what they all have gone through. If there’s someone who doesn’t be intrested in, relax, you’re not alone. When you have born with feelers or antennas in a head it will be hard. With your deep sensitivity it is deeper than in normal cases to be born in this world. It is usual for of those called old souls. The problem is how to cope those superficial ideas or small talk type of people. I have came a long way to the conclusion I can’t fight it. It is how it is. I can’t change how a passer by think. I’ve tried my last 40 years to change peoples minds about religion, behavior, ideas and so on. It all have me directed to find myself in so ugly situations the Hollywood was jealous. To me the learning curve is between but there’s fortunately something I’ve found. It is don’t fight. Accept. Surrender. It doesn’t mean if someone jurk attacks me or my love one on mean purposes. I will stop it while I’m still a strong man. I mean the thing in minds perspective. When someone have something to disagree with me I let it be. It is up to him or her. When I manage to surrender and accept sort of okay it is happening in the head what is not mine, so let it be the way it is. I couldn’t change much anyway. The results of this method are amazing. When you stop resisting your fellow man, a miracle happens. It is something it is written to the sky. You immediately feel the relief. So does the oppenent. It is a double relief. I have a long spiritual and also not so spiritual background. The bible is the book I have thrown away since my childhood. There is one thing in my life I feel I’m doing right. Not in any religious purpose. But in the sound of my heart. It is very simple. I try to be a man who does how Jesus did. Not in big but small. The small things only. Even when I drink beer or what ever. When I’m doing some tiny little actions how he would do I feel the way. It isn’t the schooling feel but it comes naturally from the universe. The feeling is only the freedom. Like a bird flying in the sky. Without any resistance. Only freedom. To the end, I’ve been in Canada multiple times and especially Sr Lawrence river is my second home. I’m an ex seaman as you already know and I come from Finland. Take care! Juha


    1. I feel the same way as you, Cathy. Of course you are a true friend. Even though we are thousands of miles away, you still care, show it and would help in the blink of an eye. The same holds true on this end. 😘


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