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No Gift Receipt Necessary

As I sat at my ‘rents’ house on Christmas night recovering from my food coma, I started to think about the gifts that weren’t under the tree. No, I don’t mean seasons one and two of Dhani Tackles the Globe, a box of cash or a membership to the cheesecake of the month club. (So if you  still need gift ideas for me, there you go!)  Instead, I thought about the good friends that have helped me through a very trying year.

I lost my job in February. I’m not going to get into the hows or whys, but it happened. And now I’m glad it did.

What was cool about the whole experience was that it opened my eyes and allowed me to discover some universal truths. If you truly know me, you know that I am fairly easy to get along with. You also know that I don’t do phony, and I enjoy being the life of the party. I realized that in life, there are a lot of people who love to show up for your “parties.” These “parties” are basically the fun, silly and sometimes random times of life. But when stuff goes down and the good times are over,  these same people have no problem losing your number and finding a new life of the party.

On the other hand, there were a lot of people who stepped up to the plate, and encouraged me throughout the whole experience. They were always there with kind words, new professional opportunities, good food and a drank…or two…or three. They kept me smiling. They kept me dancing. Most importantly, these people helped get me get back on track. Unlike the fair-weather party goers of the past, these people proved that they were my true friends. And because of them, my life is even richer than it was before.

To my true friends and family, thank you for being in my corner from day one. Thank you for listening to me rant, and thank you for talking me through the numerous come to Jesus moments of this year. I love all of you, and if you need me to bake you cookies, give you a hug, crack you up with one of my standup routines or hide a body for you, just let me know. On second thought, I can help you with everything except the last one. I’m not hood enough to go to prison, and I don’t want to be Diabla’s girlfriend. But you know what I mean. You were there for me and I’ll always be there for you.

Hugs and high fives. Smooches and snaps.



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