To Alice, with Love
What is it that makes us create such asses of ourselves when what we really want is to be champions? What within us causes that wrong turn, leading us to become idiots instead of the heroes we strive to be? Well, in my case, pride.
Once again, I find myself recovering from a stumble. No, not a stumble, an outright face-first fall. I let my pride get in the way of my responsibility to my best friend. There’s no excuse for it, plainly. You’d have thought by now, I’d have learned that needing to be right is no substitute for actually being right. Hurting someone I am supposed to protect is my prize for standing by my failed reasoning.
The truth is that she is the real hero and I’ve known that since we first met. She has endured so much from me and I honestly don’t know how or why she does. I thank God for her, but still I fail to take every opportunity to treat her like the wonderful, powerful treasure she is.
I ask her to forgive me for being an ass and an idiot and a fool. I can’t promise I won’t ever be these things again, but I can promise to learn to kick myself when I am.