My Friend Amber
September 28, 2011
A couple of years ago, I saw a TV news reporter interviewing a disabled Gulf War veteran. He had lost his legs and arms. The reporter asked him who was his inspiration. The veteran glanced at a beautiful brunette young woman standing beside him. “My fiance,” he said. It reminded me of my best friend, Amber. She knows the good and bad side of me. I can tell her anything like my mom becoming forgetful or my dreams. Amber can kick me when I’m down and keep me grounded when I needed it. I wouldn’t know what to do without her in my life. I dearly love her. But she’s a nut.