November 15, 2013

I ran into a guy who I (apparently) went to high school with. He didn't look familiar, and I said, "I'm sorry, I don't remember your name," hoping it would jog my memory. Nope. But as we were talking, it was evident he knew all about me... I was a dancer, ran track, did drama, etc. I felt bad that I didn't know anything about him, that I didn't take the time to take an interest in him. Did I ignore him, treat him less than kind?
Just before parting ways, he said, "I just want to say thanks for always being nice to me. I always remembered that."

I wouldn't know him in the streets from Adam, but I was relieved that I didn't treat him badly. I'm not perfect. Sometimes I say or do things that are not the me I want to be, and I want to apologize for anything I've done that would make anyone feel bad. I hope that when I leave this earth, most people will remember me as a kind person. I will continue to work on it.
Have a wonderful day! Love to all.