I’m a gift to the world
I had a 2 hour conversation with a friend last night and we talked about “good people” and “bad people”. By bad, I mean those people who are always trouble to people around them or to people who they should be nice to, like family.
Towards the end of the conversation, I came to realize that given all that I’ve experienced, I kind of have the right to be “bad” but I’m not. Everyone should be good but default (that’s my opinion) so I shouldn’t brag about not going down the bad road. But I’m different from almost all of my siblings that when I was younger, I used to think that maybe I was adopted lol
I thank God for myself, and even more.