Kindness

I just want to say being kind comes easy to me. I am easily pre disposed to doing the right thing.

I had a dog when I was little. His name was Jockey. Well he wasn't just mine, he was all of ours, he was our dog. He was a little beagle. He chewed up shoes and he always tried to get loose from the house. I think my sister was more attached to him than me. I loved him but she adored him from what I can remember. Sadly, he got out one day, and he got hit by a car. I was so sad. I remember going outside and walking alone. Then finally ending up on a curb, staring at the road where the he had been hit. The driver who hit the dog had apologized and felt bad. I just sat there. Probably crying. One of many times I would feel a sense of loss in this lifetime. Has it made me more callous? Has it made me kinder? I know that the kindness I have in me, in my soul, is just there. Maybe planted by my different experiences in this life.

I may be gruff, I may be voiceful, but I do care. I do have a soft side. Sometimes its tough for me to let it show, it is a struggle, but I still try. Other times it's as natural as the sunshine. It just depends on when you catch me. Forgive me that.

Jenn