My dear,

I had less friends when I was poor and broke, yes, but they were truer.

Now, I can’t tell anymore. People smile when I come, and smile the entire time. They kiss up to me, and tell me that what I’m doing all the time is always right (but not in those words exactly, that’s too obvious of them).

Let me tell you something, if they ride with you in all your limos, but they don’t sit beside you the day you decide to take the bus – they’re not your friend. And if they’re only around you during good times – they’re not your friend.

Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.

And once in a while, secretly break your own limo… you know, to weed out the fakes.

Falsely yours,
Oprah Winfrey