Someone who stands and fights or waits for a moment to make a substantial change?
Is it someone who lives to the best of their ability doing what they believe is right? Or someone who lived most of their life doing wrong before having a life-changing moment and only then doing what is right to make up for all those ‘wasted years?’
Are any years wasted?
Your past does not define who you are, but it does shape you. You can control that shaping to some degree when you decide what to take with you and what to let go.
Even then, it’s not quite so easy as I would make it sound with my words.
Everything should be made as simple as possible, but not simpler.
–Albert Einstein (1879 – 1955)
There are people who are good people, but not heroes. There are heroes that are good heroes, but not good people.
Don’t take from someone else, what you yourself have lost.
In giving me a chance, I won’t let you down!
Getting one more moment to make my choice
Not giving up no matter how many times I fall down.
It’s not so simple as people make it sound,
There is more to doing right than just being right.
You don’t live just once, you live multiple times because each life can be a moment.
For me, when you give others moments of dignity, moments where they can be more than what they were, that is when you can become a hero.
Kelly loved her mommy. She just knew that she had the best mommy in the world. Mommy made sure that Kelly had a home and toys and books and time with friends and at the park. Mommy took her shopping and let Kelly be in charge of picking out the best apples and pears and potatoes and onions. Mommy only double-checked every now and then to make sure that Kelly knew what she was doing.
She taught Kelly about herbs and plants as well as how to read and the different letters of the books she read with Kelly. She even made sure that Kelly had her own little field journal to record things in. She didn’t care if those things were made up by Kelly or things that she actually saw in real life, just so long as she was enjoying her work.
Kelly’s mommy didn’t have anyone for her, though, and after learning about such things from one of the other kids at school Kelly had decided that her mommy needed someone just for her. (Though she didn’t think that her mommy would mind sharing her Special Someone with Kelly for games and story times. Mommy said that sharing something that was important to you, even if only for a little bit, was just as important as sharing your treats.)
Kelly had never had anyone besides her mommy and she had never felt the need to ask why she didn’t have a daddy. She didn’t have to. Kelly was a smart girl, everyone said so, but she didn’t think that you had to be smart to see how her mommy shied away from most men and some women. She was fine with younger people, but not really anyone that would be equal enough with mommy in order to her her Special Someone.
This would take work, but Kelly wasn’t afraid of a little work, or even a lot of work. Mommy was worth it.