Ironic how I should run across this thread so many years later. Shortly after commenting on this I met what was to become my best friend Stan. Stan was the friend we all would envy to have. A guy who wanted nothing, gave everything, and was so damn handy it was downright difficult to do something for him because he really was a jack of all trades. He complimented me in many ways - things I knew little about he knew a TON about and vice versa. Together I really felt like we could conquer the world if we so chose. Lucky for the world we had no interest in that - our interest was cars, and specifically drag racing. Stan took countless days off work to help me race. He was truly one of a kind. In the end he got cancer. He was still working but so weak he couldn't keep up on his own stuff. I found out his kitchen faucet was leaking and he was just too tired to fix it. A guy that did 1000's of favors for dozens and dozens of people needed the simplest of things of which he would NEVER have asked in spite of all his own good deeds. Well needless to say, I snuck over there while he was at work and replaced his faucet. I don't tell this to say "hey look at me and how great a friend I was" no far from it. It really was HARD to "do" for Stan - he was a master at so much. But this one time I was able to do something, a small thing, a miniscule thing. When he found out I had done this - he nearly cried and acted like I had given him a kidney or something. He was truly grateful. Stan has since passed. It's been 2 years and I'm still shook up by it. I miss and think of him everyday. For those who have commented that they have no real friends and don't want any - I offer this story to show tht there really ARE great people out there. And even though I am deeply saddened by Stan's passing - I am also deeply grateful to have had the opportnity to have met him and have called him FRIEND.