When I was a little kid, someone was making fun of me. I was ignoring them, thinking, “Well, I have my dignity.” Then someone tripped me and I thought, “So much for dignity.” This is one of my own mottos also. So much for dignity, and I leave it at that.

Dignity is when someone helps you stand up again. Ah, that is compassion. I will be honest. I am a horribly selfish man. I can’t control my impulses. If someone is hurt, I seek to help if I can. If they are afraid, I seek to calm them if I can. If they are confused, I seek to help them find clarity if I can and for one reason. That is the world I want to live in. No other reason. What about you friends?

I get into a panic sometimes when I see someone injured enough that they need first aid and a 911 call. There is nothing wrong with knowing what you are unequipped to do. Responding to violence personally is not something most people should try to do as outsiders, but they can raise the alarm, call the cops.

As a child, I was not very physically able. All the boisterous activity, the running and jumping and throwing balls, were not for me. But I did watch the other kids. I found that fun. But one day a rather unpopular child was playing alone and fell and hurt themselves. They were on a climbing structure. They weren’t hurt badly and weren’t calling for help. I felt the impulse to climb inside the structure and sit beside them. I didn’t say anything to them, and at first they didn’t say anything to me. But then they looked at me and smiled, and started asking me questions about things I liked and might want to do. We had a great talk for children that age. I guess I still act like that.

What kind of child were you? Are you still acting like that? You can make choices for life change based on how you might parent that child. Would you have tried to draw little you into more social interaction? If so, why not do that now?

Your thoughts are welcome. Be well friends.

Travis Saunders
Dragon Intuitive
~science,mysticism,spirituality~