He handed me a piece of mail that wasn’t actually a bill. We both didn’t know who it was from yet he said, “maybe this will cheer you up.” I grunted and came out from under my covers and said “I hope it contains my future.”


Inside was a small note from the mother of the boy I work with at the JCC. It was short and stated how it’s only been a week and a half and she’s already has seen so much progress with her son and how grateful she was to have found me. I got a little emotional and looked up at him and told him it was my future on a small piece of paper.


This is what I want to do, I want to make a difference in as many children’s lives as I can. I want to help the parents who feel everything is impossible. I’ve always found my happiness through the happiness of others. After one week I’ve already made progress with a 6 year old boy who had no sense of self control and complete regression in everything he’s done in school. He’s a wonderful kid, and I couldn’t be more proud of him.


And here I thought I was struggling with him.

I mended a friendship with someone today, after not speaking to one another in over a year. I drove to her house and rang her doorbell, I half expected her to just slam the door in my face but she looked surprised to see me, happy surprised. She invited me in and we talked for over an hour. I said sorry to her for being a shitty friend and I took the blame for our friendship ending so abruptly. We were both in the wrong but we were both too proud/set in our ways to try and talk it out. I don’t see things going back to the way they were, but I’m glad I saw her and hugged her and apologized. She’s doing well for herself and I am very happy for her.