Friends are the greatest gift. After reading one of my earlier entries, my friend Mark sent a beautiful poem he'd written along with a mug bearing these words: "Take inventory of your hopes not realized, and wrap them in the promise that life is possible". When I began my "coming out" process, I remember going through a deep time of depression. The depths felt like I was in a well covered by heavy clouds and mist. Yet, I kept feeling and seeing hands reaching down to me through the mist. I knew these were the hands of friends and family reaching out to me and holding my dreams for me while I didn't have the strength. Every day I try and take a few moments to celebrate my friends and I try to offer the same gift of hope to someone else.