Thanks for everything!

I always try and do my best to help out. Wherever possible. Who ever it is. HOW EVER UNDESERVING the receipient is. Helping is nice. Makes me feel good. It's all very peachy. Till you begin expecting the same from everyone else around you. "Room service!", you lift your finger but there's no one around. Helping, people, (helping people) is a thankless job. Why, then, do we, the well-brought up, champion this cause? A one way street. Rather like J.C. Road. Traffic snarling at all sides. Huge buses trumpeting like maddened bull elephants, lorries snorting like a bull ready to run the Pampalona Bull Run, Cars and mini trucks pushing their way through like two different herds stampeding at an angle with each other, even the little 75 cc two-wheelers snapping like terriers at your heels. Why do we endure the hard physical or mental labour when we know for sure there isn't a "Thanks, man" or at least a smile of acknowledgement that all but says, " Thanks, man" ? The things you do, just to make someone else more comfortable. You maybe bunk a class or two so the "helpee" won't get kicked out of class. Maybe you take a fall for them (helpees). A fall right in squelchy mud that sticks to your face like the icing on a month-old chocolate cake. And they aren't even there with a kerchief to wipe the filth of your face. Like I was saying, a thankless job. But we do it anyway. Hoping one day, they'll realise it's time they helped some. Maybe one day when you really need help, they'll turn up like the Delta Force or something (though your need can't get any direr than having mud in your face, making YOU look like a month-old cake). My point is- There's always HOPE! Maybe there's a reason why you behave like such a loser with them. Maybe that's why they are your FRIENDS!