A good friend is moving away.
My friend is a good leader and a good teacher.
My friend does not like public attention, and always tries to push the team to the front for any credit or accolades.
My friend set me up for success.
My friend is a great supporter, had my back when I needed it, but also never let me off the hook when I needed to stand up and be counted. I needed that.
My friend made me wear my big boy pants.
My friend has a great laugh, and so do I. My day works better when I use my laugh, and it was great to work with someone who made that okay.
My friend gave me the time—and the permission—to settle into my role, and to find my way. Not by telling me the way, but by asking me to dig inside myself.
My friend really helped me to find my way.
My friend made a difference to me—a big one. I will help to pay back that favour by making a difference to others who cross my path.
I am grateful that our paths crossed, and excited for the opportunities that lay ahead of my friend.
My friend is moving away, but can't get rid of me that easily...
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