when i was growing up i quickly became aware of certain "social norms." don't use restrooms right after someone has emerged who has "been there a while." always be polite, even when people talk with their mouths full (do NOT stare, laura elizabeth). look out for the guys with big arms and mean eyes while playing dodgeball in gym class.
you get the idea. anyway, one type of person i became keenly aware of, even at a young age, was the "helpers." these were the people who did the right thing without having to be asked. the people who held the door for you and didn't laugh too hard when you tripped in the cafeteria (which never happened to me because you know, i'm so coordinated and stuff). i always wanted to be friends with the helpers because i believed being around them would somehow make me good. being in their presence would in some crazy way make me a better person. as i've grown older i've looked for the helpers each time i enter a new place. i looked for the helpers in college and they became my best friends. the helpers, i believe, are the best people. they're the people you want to have has friends and as spouses. they're the people you want to be around. being new to small town ohio i've been drawn to many helpers that i find all over the place. i feel most fortunate to know so many wonderful people. the best helper i've found though is close by...a walk up the stairs actually. this is one of the best helpers i've ever known. thoughtful, intuitive, caring, and kind. this helper sees me for what i am and likes me anyway. i'm so thankful for that. what a privilege it is to know someone so special. the really good helpers aren't always easy to find. if you are lucky enough to come across one...don't let him/her go. and if you can, be a helper. even when it's hard. loving you, helpers of mine. xo, ld
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