Good people
I write a lot about things that bother me, weigh on my mind, concern me, etc. Today I want to write about something good: Good people. There are a lot of good people out there. I started recognizing long ago. When my mom's disability started to become more apparent, nice people would help her on the train when she came to visit and made sure she could handle her luggage when she got off. Nice people would help me when one of my kids needed to be held at the exact moment I started to drop something. Nice people say "have a good day!" and mean it. I wrote earlier that I don't have a best friend in the traditional definition. But I have lots of amazing friends. I have friends who let me cry because I'm sad and then make me laugh until I cry again. I have friends that trust me with their inner secrets. I have friends who understand my 13 year old boy sense of humor and don't judge me. I have good people around me. I'm thinking of this today because...