Cards to my chest

A new year, another month soon to be gone by, back to the reflective aspect of life.

You learn a lot from being around people, by how they carry themselves, how they act, what they say and the utmost, what they do. I have known quite a number of folks in my life, and from each of them I have learned things that keep me ahead of the game. Such as what not to say, or what not to do in specific company or to a specified person. Although I have warned people in the past what I do and do not tolerate, people seem to still tend to step over those boundaries consistently, and whether they are friends, family or whomever, I will make note of that and typically denounce it immediately on the spot. By what I've done for so many people, bending over backwards have the time just to help even a stranger out, I expect people to be willing enough to be patient with me when I'm frustrated, or be cohesive enough to understand when to just leave me be. I don't do this it for shits and giggles, I do it expecting that sometime in the future (while unlikely) when it comes time that I need help with something, that the action will be replicated and I won't even have to ask for assistance.

It's just a simple fact of life that the person who asks first is usually the last person to give, but I've done my best to be the reciprocal of that idea. Any of my friends, and any of my family members will tell you that no matter what time, day or situation, I would gladly be there to help. It started as early as high school, especially in JROTC, any kid that needed my help whether on a personal or professional level would always receive it. Even though time and time again I would get fucked over by that same person. I am truly forgiving, but I do not ever forget in the same sense.

Be well and Semper Fidelis,
Rob