Tuesday, March 22, 2011
I love all the people of the world. I even love people that hate me. If you know me and I have ever said anything to hurt you, I ask that you forgive me.
I have a strong belief of what is right and wrong that makes me a bigot sometimes. I am not perfect and I don't even believe in the concept of perfect but many times I believe I know the answers to things I don't.
I am tired of people talking down one another and have found myself doing that more than I wish. Are any of us God and know all things?
The picture of Cici and my Grand Daughter makes me wish the two of them never have to know a world of bigotry.