I know it was thin because the space on either side of the bridge was open water. The ice just remained where the sun had not been able to shine. He crawled into any opening big enough to yield admittance. I could tell dozens of stories about Dan and the places we went and the things we did. I am probably even exaggerating his personality all these many years later but he still lives vividly in my memory.
Friends are important.
The kinds of friends we have are even more important. Seated in a classroom in Bible college years later, one of my professors spent a few minutes one morning talking about just how important friends are. He remarked how he had heard someone once say that if we obtained five friends, real friends with whom we could trust, in one's lifetime, we indeed would be blessed. He personally limited that to just two, however. Christians are even guilty of avoiding closeness with others.