I guess when you reach my age your optimism about people has taken a thorough beating and forever after limps along nursing bruises and broken bones.

I do not trust people as easily as I did when I was young.

I see a person with a more analytical eye and listen with a discerning ear for the truth.

I guard my heart with a fierce cage of thorns.

If I am your friend I am the one who will have your back with the speed of light.

Do not cross me, hurt me, or try to make me feel small. I have a long memory.