For my friends

Once I was very sad. I wandered if anybody loved me. I was deep down in deepest canyon and I didn't know the way up. I was so deep that I even couldn't see the light. And then there were some people who came to me, they took some rope and tied me up.
There I was tangled up in there net, in there net of ropes...
And then it was even harder to get out of the canyon and those people with there ropes pulled me further down and down and down. But eventually there where some friends who stopped them and they untied me. My friends helped me go up again. It went very slowly and I tumbeled down, even more then once. But they helped me up. They gave me back my faith, faith in myself and faith in the world. After a while they left me, standing there on my own, just like a little child who just learns how to walk. I putted one foot in front of the other and when I staggered and when it seemed that I would fall. They where there again to help me get back on my feet and go on.
After that I made a lot of journeys in my head buy also in the real world. Along the edges of great cliffs and over green hills. On my way I encountered a lot of new people, friends, men and women who I never will forget, some I will never encounter again, but some of them I just have to see again, because they have stolen my heart.
And now I know that no matter what happens, no matter how deep I fall there will always be people who get me back up. And if I loose people in the process I will always be able to get to know new people.
Sometimes I will still stumble down, but hey, I'm learning...

And to all the people I call my friends: "Mi casa es tu casa!"