It seems that the older I get, the more ashamed I am of my actions taken when I was younger. I am continually amazed that my friends from that time still care for me. And... even though some actions are unforgivable, some people forgive anyway. I am amazed and humbled by the essential goodness and generosity of the Universe.
In completely unrelated (a-hem) news, my lovely splitting stump has been excavated:
Sometimes friendship and affection are neither earned nor deserved. They are given as a grace, and you must, in seemingly reverse order, live life in a way that makes you worthy of them. I almost lost that opportunity once, but now I've got it back. I'm such a lucky little turd!
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