Would you?

When you find yourself tripped over by the gust of life; when you fall to the floor and shatter. There are those who will walk around your pieces, lest they cut themselves upon the shatter. But others will pick up your broken bits, they'll cherish all they can gather. These are the ones to whom you must hold on forever--- not those who forsook you -- but the ones who glued you back together -- and it was you