In our lives everyone draws a circle.
Inside it are your people, the people you fight for, the ones you protect no matter what.
As you get older, your circle gets smaller & smaller.
People grow up, or they don’t; they fall by the wayside or just drift off, one day at a time.
But those who stay, through thick and thin and everything in between, they are the ones you want in the foxhole when the walls come tumbling down.