In no relationship should the apologies always be offered by one party. None of us are perfect so we must all be at fault or mistaken on occasion. Are you never at fault or are you just too proud to ask for forgiveness? If you have to always be right you may one day find yourself right… by yourself.
Sometimes the purest of souls are birthed by the most amoral persons in the worst of environments. Despite lacking adequate nurturing and nature working against him, being born to addicts, Nash remained gold. Tragedy and depravity filled but not formed his formidable years. His light always shined bright. Far from a man would he be before losing mother, aunt and guardian. Lifestyle of lust, lust for drugs and alcohol leads to their demise, a demise they readily accept. But then there’s Nash; that rose that grew from the concrete or in his case maybe the magic mushroom sprouting from the cattle dung. No matter how ugly his surrounding Nash’s beauty always shows, shining through the haze. Older cousin Todd is charged with caring for young Nash but was unfortunately predisposed to his mother’s afflictions. Lost Todd would become; Nash helped him find himself while finding the love of his life, Tiffany. Great success Nash would see at a young age, helping all lost souls within his reach. Groomer of porn stars he became but it never defined him. He was placed in their lives for a reason and now he understood why.
Give all the love in the world to your children… but make sure they love you in return. My love is not to be taken for granted, not even by my babies. Love comes at a price and the currency is love. You give love and you get it in return. Don’t let that precious boy or girl treat you like less than you are because you’re just Mom or Dad. My kids know, I will always love them, but they better love me just as hard in return.
“Don’t stand so close to me.” That was all she ever said to poor Paul on their daily commute. The train was always packed and they got on at the same stop everyday. The office Carol worked in was across the court yard from where Paul worked so their daily meetings were inevitable. Paul, polite calm and mild mannered always apologized when Carol would ask the impossible of him. He didn’t want to crowd her but he had no choice. Neither of them knew the other’s name. That was their relationship; she’d bark and he’d ask for forgiveness. Carol’s marriage wasn’t a happy one; Paul’s life was a quiet one. Her anger and frustration with her life situation she vented on Paul every morning. “Stop breathing on me!” Paul held his breath. Three years Paul endured this dysfunctional relationship until one day his life changed. Paul’s family was wealthy but he valued not their prestige and lifestyle. Cast out was young Paul for not accepting his rightful place in high society. He took a simple job and lived a simple life, in his mind there was no need for excess. But now his elders had passed on and poor Paul was due his inheritance. His face was plastered across the local newspapers and television stations. “The Princely Pauper” is what they dubbed Paul. He took it all in stride. Paul never resigned from his job; he kept the same lifestyle and routine, less one thing. He bought himself a car to avoid having to take the train into the city and more importantly to steer clear of Carol. One day in front of his desk there she stood smiling wide with ample cleavage exposed. “Hello Paul, how are you today?” The ever courteous Paul answered the formerly cantankerous lady extending his hand to shake hers. “I am doing well and how are you today? Ahh…” Carol jumped in introducing herself. “Carol, Carol Hanson, soon to be Carol Jensen once again. You know Paul I missed seeing you on the train in the morning.” Paul was nice but he was no fool. “You miss seeing me on the train?” “Well of course silly, why don’t you ride anymore? I miss seeing my little train buddy.” Carol reached out to caress his face; Paul scooted back out of her reach. Her forwardness angered him somewhat. “I believe you already know why I no longer ride the train and please ma’am don’t insult me by acting if you don’t. I know how miserable you are in your marriage by hearing you rant on your cell phone. I felt sorry for you. I had thoughts of befriending you, not in a romantic way, in a plutonic way. But, you were always so nasty and rude to me no matter how polite I was to you. I understood that you were sharing the pain you felt inside but that was no reason for you to be abusive towards me. I only bought a car so that I wouldn’t have to ride the train and be insulted everyday. I bought a car because of you, not because I am suddenly wealthy. But here you stand now trying to pull the wool over my eyes because you lust for money. All you had to do was be kind to me and I would have given you anything your heart desired all because you were my friend. So please Ms. Carol Hanson, Jenson, whatever please back away from my desk. Don’t stand so close to me.”
“This could all be so simple, but I see you’d rather make it hard.” Ralph didn’t answer; he just looked off in the distance, back turned to her. “We both agreed and now it seems that you don’t want to cooperate. I don’t understand Ralph, why are we going through this?” Still he didn’t answer. “So what, are you not speaking to me now?” He had nothing to offer. “Okay fine, you keep it then.” Sally tossed the doll across the room hitting Ralph in the back with it. She turned on and dime and walked towards the front door. He wanted to call out to her but his pride silenced him. He never turned to watch her walk out. He could only hear her heels on the hard tiles. A tear rolled down his cheek as he heard her close the front door for the last time, crank her car up and pull away. Ralph turned and looked down at the doll lying at his feet. His tears fell like rain wetting the doll’s face. The value of the doll given to the former couple as a gift from a collector didn’t matter to him. He knew Sally loved it, so initially he wanted to take it just to hurt her. Later as the day of their break up drew closer he realized that the doll would be the last thing he had of her. She slept with it every night and held it tight just like she used to do him. Now the doll was all his; a reminder of what a fool, in love, he had been causing him to be the lonely fool he is now.
Keep your eye on the ball. Don’t get fooled by the curve balls life may throw at you from time to time. Watch for the break because it is coming. If you stay in the box focused and ready, you can follow the spin. The ball drops right in your sweet spot and you get all of it. HOMERUN! Around the bases you trot, celebrated, victorious. We have to take life one at bat at a time. Keep your eye on the ball.
Ignorance should be met with intelligence. It is the duty of the wise to show the fool the way not meet him in his ineptness. Knowledge reigns supreme and often those lacking in it feel inferior so they lash out and are ill-mannered. Take them by the hand and bring them into the light; help that dim bulb in their heads turn bright. Enlighten them don’t fight with them for that is the only way the idiotic can communicate. Disrespectful to their own detriment are the dimwitted, help them become aware.