A friend indeed...

What is friendship really? I am not entirely sure how far to stretch the adage of " a friend in need is a friend indeed."

It has always been important to me to be willing to give of myself to my friends. Whether that be my company, time, comfort, being on the end of a telephone or practical help if I am able.

But when do you stop giving?

When you are tired?
When you feel they are stronger?
When you are stretched so thin that you need to have a rest to restore yourself?

But this might just be the moment when they really need you the most.
This might just be the moment that they will feel rejected if you walk away.
This might be the moment that they fall apart.

When are you being a supportive friend and when are you just colluding in prolonging their agony?
When is it good to be there at their every call and when are you just being used and exploited for being a soft touch?

As you will know from my previous blogs I have been easy to exploit in the past and I know I need to grow a few extra skins and get street wise. But my friends mean a lot to me and I do believe I should be there for them.

It's a hard one to call!