Interlude

Ben and I sit at my kitchen table for a while, and we talk. On looking over the note on the television, he knows me pretty well (given the disclaimer about not giving it back or paying for it). I’m at a loss for words, and not really able to adequately express my gratitude. Everytime I try to thank him directly, he tells me that it’s not him, singularly. It’s gift from many people.

This kind of generosity, given without the slightest thought recompense, still makes me shake my head in disbelief. While it seems that the world contains random, negative events, it astounds me that I have friends who are willing to show me that the world contains an equal amount of positive events. While I may not believe myself deserving… that’s not the point. The bigger message here seems to be that good intentions abound, and I feel incredibly fortunate to experience a part of that.