Yesterday, I blushed to the roots of hair. I didn't know I could do that. And I laughed until I thought it wasn't fair that I should be so happy. And I remembered that story and all the details and was consequently called a good listener. I've never thought of myself as a good listener, I'm a talker. I talk, talk, talk. And I was also called patient. Not only patient, but an example of patience. I thought I was impatient. I think I could add a few more to the list. You know, it really is nice to be around people that only build you up, that only support you and compliment you. I want to be the person building other people up too. I want to be everything they tell me I am.