oh, hello world. sometimes you remind me of that scene from american history x, where some dude is forced to lay down on his stomach, bite a curb, and the back of his head gets kicked in. you are the kicker, life, and i am that dude.
then some nights, a kind stranger reaches down, picks up a few of my teeth, and hands them back to me. and yeah, i’m battle worn, weary, and ready to defend myself from another onslaught, but for that one moment, i think to myself, this is what anne frank meant. after surviving the holocaust, she had the nerve to go and say,
“in spite of everything, i still believe that people are really good at heart.”
now how can anyone feel less than grateful and blessed when faced with such a quote from a gal like that?
every day that someone attempts to knock me down, it seems that someone else is right behind them, ready to pick me up.
i am learning so much about the kindness of others.
it’s strange, i said to my friend the other night, i never think less of people when they ask for help, yet i always think less of myself when i need to, and so i usually don’t.
that chicken has flown the coop.
i’m currently ready, willing, and able to accept help, and i am incredibly appreciative of it.
i deserve it and i will repay it.
i am good at heart.
and so are you.