What Kind of Friend...?
I have a friend who drinks too much. When he calls from the bar and says he needs more money, I rush up there to give him some. What kind of friend am I?
I have a friend who digs himself into a deep hole. When the handle of his shovel breaks, I send a fresh shovel down so he can keep digging. What kind of friend am I?
I have a friend who jumps into the middle shark-infested waters. As the sharks circle closer and start to nip at him, I give him a club so he can whack the sharks on the nose to drive them off. I give him bandaids to stanch the bleeding from his wounds. If necessary, I'll jump in and help him fight off the sharks. What kind of friend am I?
I have a friend who settles in his ancestral homeland, which has been dominated for a long time by ruthless, powerful people who hate my friend, his religion, and his culture. I provide him with military and diplomatic support. I give him weapons and intelligence to supplement his own considerable stock. I make it clear that if necessary, I will do whatever I have to, to keep him there. What kind of—oops, we're not supposed to ask that, are we?