Tales of the Ordinary Days

On the second day of Christmas, my true love sent to me.... No turtle doves. But I have gotten some clarity. And clarity is a good thing. My aha moment came as I laid in bed last night. I thought about the many people I encountered throughout my day and felt reinforcement that there really was still good in the world. Good people. Genuine people living their lives with purity of motive. Although I was beginning to doubt, kind souls keep crossing my path when I least expect it. My new found clarity is in regards to my approach on life and people in general. As Garrett and I were starting our morning, I explained to him my thought process. "Garrett, I think I had it all wrong. I spent too much time trying to find the good in people rather than finding the good people." He paused, reflecting on my comment. "I never thought about it that way, but that makes a ton of sense." My mom taught me that not all people are good. Point taken. I now understand....

Over dinner last night, Garrett asked why I was tearful at the end of the movie we had just seen. After a slight pause and a little thought, I summed it up simply. "I'm such a sucker for the good guys." Yep, that's me. I love the guys and gals in the white hats. And I find myself a tireless fighter against the bullies of the world. This was once coined to me as my 'sweet and salty' personality. I'm not quite sure if this is the proper description, but I'll take it. Bullies have always caused the hair to stand up on my neck. In fact, as I reflected on the white and the black hats of the world, I thought of an old blog post reiterating stories of my youth and college years when I took on the bad guys (at least those who I thought were the bad guys). One was a college encounter and the other a childhood memory outside of Remsen St. Mary's grade school. http://sandyalanedays.blogspot.com/2013/08/august-25-2013-cletus-story.html And th...