I know who I am, what I am, what I look like and how people react to me. I am not attractive. I am not thin. I am not stylish.

At the end of the day, however, I have a good number of friends, people I love and enjoy the company of. I treasure their stories, empathize with their troubles and am delighted that they share their lives with me.

It is my hope that I am half the person they tell me I am. That I am worthy of the trust they give me, and that I am more than I was yesterday. I hope that I am as honest and as honorable as I aspire to be.

It is what I work toward every day.