Dear Reader,

Is there someone in your life that you love dearly, despite the two of you being polar opposites? Have there been times you have watched that person struggle, but you didn’t know what to say or do? Me, too!

Alas, time is quickly passing. A close family member is preparing to move into an assisted living facility; a dear friend’s husband recently passed away. Lately, it seems like time is running out and there are words still left to say.

Would you mind indulging me for a few minutes while I step out of my comfort zone to share something very personal? This is the letter I wrote to my polar opposite; perhaps something will strike a chord within you. For better or for worse, here is the letter I penned this morning.

Dear One,

When we were both much younger, you and your family came to our house. During the visit, you said or did something I felt totally justified in trying to slap you. I immediately regretted it, but sadly doubt that I ever apologized to you. Maybe that’s when I made the choice to seek the good in you.

Yes, I know. You are cynical, frequently disdainful to the point of disgust, and always carrying more than your fair share of anger with you. But, deep down, I believe you also seek the good in the people and world around you. Otherwise, how could you love the people closest to you, and our nation so fiercely?

You are like wounded Mama Bear, backed into a corner. With one arm encircling those you love, teeth and claws bared, you strike out at anything you perceive to be a threat, placing yourself unselfishly between the danger and your loved ones.

I’ve learned so much since the day I tried to strike you. I’m truly sorry about attempting such a violent insult. My life has taken turns I never imagined, slowly broadening my perspective. I’m so thankful it has, discovering that even in hurts and disappointments, in myself and others, there is much wisdom and understanding to be gained.

Perhaps the most important thing I’ve learned is that we are all broken and crippled in some way. I think our only hope for survival in this world is to intentionally lean in and prop each other up with compassion, and sometimes a little humor.

I think you’ve also learned this lesson, whether you articulate it or not. It seems to frequently guide your words and actions. The hardest part of propping others up can be realizing it’s not a contest to be won or lost. Rarely are our atruistic efforts noticed, much less praised. What drives us is doing the right thing because it is the right thing to do for others, then ourselves.

Unfortunately, too many in the world around us don’t seem to think the same way. I still choose to hope and believe that collectively we can reach a tipping point where more of us will habitually think and act intentionally to benefit others, not just ourselves.

For many years, I’ve tried to encourage you with the nickname, “Superman.” I think I shall change it to “Don Quixote,” fighting for right every way you can because that’s what you were created to do. I love you, Don! I love, admire, and am proud of you. You make my world a better place.

Alice

Thank you for indulging me, Dear Reader!