What kind of friend are you?

Lady contemplating her faith
I was standing at a graveside watching people pass by the casket to pay their respects. All was normal until an elderly man stepped off the walkway too soon and his leg went straight down into the grave. As you can imagine, panic erupted as people rushed to help the man before he fell further into the grave.By the look on his face and his many words of thanks, he was clearly relieved to have been helped out of the hole. I would be too.I’ve often looked back on that moment and wondered what would have happened if no one was there to help him out. By his physical stature and the precarious way his body was half in the grave with one leg in and his other leg sticking out, it would have been extremely difficult, if not impossible, to get out alone.He needed friends in his time of
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