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Friday, 25 Jan 08
With Billy Poole’s passing, I didn’t know how to react or what to say to my dear friends who actually knew him. I didn’t even pick up the phone to say, “I’m sorry.” I didn’t attend his memorial. I ignored what happened. For that, I am truly sorry.
Sometimes I act as though I’m tough, but I’m not. I didn’t face this challenge; I shied away from being a friend to the community. For that, I am sorry.
Today, as I was having breakfast with my dear friend, she says, “Do you see this?” pointing to the design on her bright green coffee mug that was made from the overflowing hot chocolate and whip cream that she was drinking. “This is so beautiful,” she said. I didn’t see it. To me, it was just a mess. To her, it was a piece of artwork. Nonetheless, it helped me figure out that I’m a work in progress. I’m not happy all of the time. I can get angry for the littlest things. Sometimes, in fact, I don’t know how to be a friend. For that, I am sorry, but I have the power to change that part of me.
Today, I make the resolution to see the beauty in dripping coffee, to call my friends even when it’s hard for me to deal with a topic, to look at the positive when the negative is overwhelming. I chose to face the challenge and be the bigger person. I chose to be a friend.
Taking a stand for change
Comment on this PostWith Billy Poole’s passing, I didn’t know how to react or what to say to my dear friends who actually knew him. I didn’t even pick up the phone to say, “I’m sorry.” I didn’t attend his memorial. I ignored what happened. For that, I am truly sorry.
Sometimes I act as though I’m tough, but I’m not. I didn’t face this challenge; I shied away from being a friend to the community. For that, I am sorry.
Today, as I was having breakfast with my dear friend, she says, “Do you see this?” pointing to the design on her bright green coffee mug that was made from the overflowing hot chocolate and whip cream that she was drinking. “This is so beautiful,” she said. I didn’t see it. To me, it was just a mess. To her, it was a piece of artwork. Nonetheless, it helped me figure out that I’m a work in progress. I’m not happy all of the time. I can get angry for the littlest things. Sometimes, in fact, I don’t know how to be a friend. For that, I am sorry, but I have the power to change that part of me.
Today, I make the resolution to see the beauty in dripping coffee, to call my friends even when it’s hard for me to deal with a topic, to look at the positive when the negative is overwhelming. I chose to face the challenge and be the bigger person. I chose to be a friend.
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