There are people in my life that I call my “foxhole people.”
These are the family and friends that I would want next to me were I fighting a “war” involving a personal crisis and I found that I needed support to get through my “combat situation.” I know that these people would instantly jump into the foxhole with me and they would stay with me through thick and thin until it was over.
It doesn’t matter who these people are, what matters to me is that I know the people who would do this for me and that I … Read More
