we'd like to think we'd do the right thing at the right time.
our memories fade into the distance and we can only hope we did,
knowing inwardly that we probably didn't.
tonight glad to be reminded of chastising a big shot
that his long rambling didn't mean anything,
and that i ran up the back stairs, bursting into
their apartment to dress down a bullying husband.
thank goodness i did the honest thing at least twice,
i can only hope there were a few more times
and that there will be more
perhaps i'll make a note of them
honesty and courage are
something to be celebrated.
Podcast 13O: Seven Myths of Happiness.
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