Lately, I have been rather down on the human race. It is kind of hard not to be what with the stories that have been in the media lately. But something has happened to reaffirm my faith in humanity. Yesterday would have been my brother's 30th birthday, and I think that all of us were pretty down in our own way. I went out after work and bought myself a present, which is kind of funny as during the first few years of his life I had "decided" that my brother didn't really appreciate presents that were given to him and I would take them for myself. Ah, to be the older sister.
Anyhow, my parents, in particular my father, were feeling particularly down, and they had decided that they were going to go out to the movies to see Man of the Year, in an attempt to lift their spirits. Before they could leave though, the doorbell rang. At the back door, with a rose for my mom, was one of my brother's friends from high school. He stayed for about an hour, updating my folks about the old high school gang and reminiscing about fun times he had had with my brother. He told them that there were a lot of times that he thought about my brother and "talked" out difficult decisions with him.
It was incredibly thoughtful and moved both of my parents greatly. It also really moved me. I used to wonder if this particular guy was going to self-destruct during high school and to hear about how kind he was to my parents yesterday just filled me with an incredible feeling of HOPE.
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