This is my pen. It is also my hand holding it. I once had an aspiring career as a hand model, but it was sidelined after an unfortunate accident with an iron. Not Really.
The pen was a gift from a friend. He is one of my true friends. I once heard a man say that if you died having five true friends, you would be a very fortunate person. So far, I think I am doing better than that.
I had a man come and preach at our church and he asked me if I had any friends that I spent time with regularly. I didn’t. The friends existed, but I wasn’t in regular communication with them. I decided then to start making time for my friends. Some are local and some are out of state. Regardless, I try to connect with them regularly. Not social media “connect” either. Real connection.
The thing I appreciate most about my friends is their willingness to accept me just as I am. When a person accepts you warts and all without judgment or criticism, they are a friend.
A couple of verses come to mind:
Proverbs 18:24: A man that hath friends must shew himself friendly: and there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother.
Proverbs 27:17: Iron sharpeneth iron; so a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend.
Are you smiling? If not, you should call a friend.
Joel Stiff's Adventure 
Thanks, Bro. Stiff, for the reminder. I have not made time for my true friends and I will endeavor to do so very soon.
Thank you, Nelson. You are one I count as a friend for certain. God bless you, friend.