Since I had a life changing development at the age of 25, I have always tried to be a better person, to identify the twat with in and expel him. I have gone out of my way to connect with people I believe I can see the good in. This in itself has been quite a task due to irrational foibles of people around me, but I have persevered. I have dispensed advice that has been born out of self experience. I have assisted those I hold dear in anyway I can, financially, mentally, physically. I have tried to be that good person that everyone I know can trust. As a consequence, I have a small group of friends. These people are not just friends, they really are my family. Like famly, they have occasionally pissed me off, or unintentionally shit on me. This however has not dented my ambition to continue to be a good person. The last month of so has been absolute hell due to my best friend realising that he is addicted to Sabu-sabu (Kiwi's call it P). He is cleaning himself up nicely at the moment, but because of the addiction he managed to conduct what he thought was a realtionship with another fry-head (Addicted to sabu sabu) and she is very needy and does not want to let my mate go because she needs to have someone in her space (a very fucked up frightening world). Anyway last night, all of the love I have poured into my little bro was paid back, and unexpectedly. He called me after work and said meet me at the pub. So I did, where he then went on to thank me from the bottom of his heart, telling me that he could never had got as far as he has in the last month if he did not have me standing in his corner. He bought me and expensive meal, bought me drinks, bought me a cd that he knew I would love and apologised for anything he has ever done that has hurt me. So occasionally ladies and gentleman the phrase "what goes around, comes around" holds true. Try it out guys, it make take 5 years to come around, but when it does it will put the biggest smile on your face.