I’m afraid to say what I am. for fear in my head it’s inflated, and wouldn’t survive critique.
But I do know what I’m not.
I’m not immoral, amoral, a bully or a bigot. I’m not entitled, unfair, a lier or hypocrite.
I’m not a schemer, so there’s that. And I know I’m not cruel.
I don’t exploit weakness or use leverage as a tool. I don’t seek to gain advantage. but I’m not a sucker either, and I will never be their fool.
I’m not violent, dishonest or greedy, nor irresponsible or unreliable either. And I’m never late.
I am not afraid anymore.
I am a defender of the helpless, a wisher for the hopeless. compassionate for the victims, sorrowful for the dying, dead, and surviving. I’m a soldier.
I may have been arrogant, annoying and rude on more than one occasion. But I’m a thinking person and I love my people. I’m a provider.
Once in a while I can be defensive, self-deprecating and judgemental. And then and again a wee bit selfish, self centered and stubborn too. I’m a man.
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