The Bear and the Travelers
Two travelers were on the road together, when a bear suddenly appeared on the scene. Before he observed them, one made for a tree at the side of the road, and climbed up into the branches and hid there. The other was not so nimble as his companion; and, as he could not escape, threw himself on the ground and pretended to be dead. The bear came up and sniffed all around him, but he kept perfectly still and held his breath: for they say a bear will not touch a dead body.
The bear took him for a corpse and went away. When the coast was clear, the traveler in the tree came down, and asked the other what it was the bear had whispered to him when he put his mouth to his ear. The other replied, “He told me never again to travel with a friend who deserts you at the first sign of danger.”
Misfortune tests the sincerity of friendship.
Damn tootin straight. I quickly found out I had a fair weather family and fair weather friends after my diagnosis.
yeah c’est la vie. it comes to a point where I no longer expect anything from anybody. Which is why I am so hopeless with a lack of good support. I still do, what I can, sometimes.
once someone told me… the only one that will matter in your life will be your other half. (or partner, husband, wife, etc) I think it was a friend who told me. Which is why I believe in commitment as wavering as it is.
if im ever traveling as a pair… the other person has my permission to ditch and find safety if a freaking bear comes… in fact it may be better if we run opposite directions the bear cant chase us both at the same time… how stupid would we look if we made it to the pearly gates and st peters like really 1 bear got both of you…i cant even let you in…lol