A woman I’ve never met helps another woman have a special Thanksgiving Turksgiving with a side of Karma . . .
A man who is becoming a good friend blames himself for the failure of his students . . .
My partner in life wonders if he made a difference after hearing of the disastrous (and in my opinion karmic) results of his being replaced . . .
I sit here questioning everything.
I’ve written about this before in Leaving a Mark, questioning what it means to leave a mark in this world. I think I know the answer, at least for myself.
My footprint is the web of interconnectedness between me and all the people and other living creatures I have met along the way. Some relationships have been good, some relationships have been bad, some continue, some have ended, but in each one I hope that I have done my best and maybe even helped a little
That is the best I can do. I hope it is enough.
I hope my footprints don’t blow away too quickly.