Waking Ideas Publishing - Health & Life Stories
Written By Danny Nicolas
Before I left for Portland– when I told my mother I was getting in the car with a stranger for ten hours– all she said was that I only have good people in my life, and she doesn’t expect that to change. It is a weird thing to have someone else tell you: when it is true completely but you’ve somehow failed to realize, and how then I felt I owed something to someone or everyone for whatever luck or circumstance means that my whole life is made up of people who are fundamentally good, and fundamentally good to me.
Published on Monday, June 18th, 2012 at 8:23 am | Both comments and trackbacks are currently closed.