I am slowly remembering that I was once someone else. I am not angry, nervous, or mean by nature. These are all reactions to things done to me. This is as good a time as any to try and remember, and if you believe in it, and are open to it, please pray for me, as I try to find my way back home.
To be clear, I am doing increasingly well, but it is a difficult process, coming out of a deep freeze. I am realizing, particularly, how mean I have often been. I won’t be changing any of my political views, but I might get to a place where anger and hatred do not motivate me, and where I am capable of recognizing genuine opportunities for teaching–and in some cases learning–and remaining silent where all I am doing is making the world a more unpleasant place, which I have done often enough.