Fruit and Circles

You Are an Apple

You are strong, powerful, and even a bit stubborn at times.You have enough strength to help those around you in trouble.You are adventurous and charming. Many people are drawn to you.You love life, and you enjoy traveling the world. You enjoy fine food, art, and culture.People have accused you of being a snob, but that’s not accurate.You do enjoy the best things in life. Unlike snobs, you truly appreciate quality… not just pretend to.

What Type of Fruit Are You?

Another quiz that’s true enough…  I found it on Nichole’s blog. 

Now, for the circles.  It’s about my circles of friends and colleagues.  Through the course of events recently, I’ve been reminded that even though I try to avoid society’s “filters” I do look at people through my own jaded eyes.  For whatever reason, some people seem to be beyond fault to me, and when they do act like the humans that we all are, I’m caught off-guard.  That’s all I’m going to say about that, other than to be grateful that I’m visibly flawed, so no one is ever likely to put me on such a pedestal.  It would be a LONG, quick fall, to be sure.

On the flip side of the coin, I’ve learned recently that for YEARS, I’ve misjudged someone, unfairly so.  Since I don’t know who really reads this, no details, but it’s refreshing to be reminded that most of us really do have good hearts, even if our baggage seems to present otherwise.  Lessons learned, I hope.  People aren’t always what/who they seem, and if we don’t have the opportunity to really get to know them, then it’s very wrong to pigeon-hole them too.  So, while I hope the misjudged hasn’t a clue what I really thought all along, above is my humble apology…

In another circle reference, last night was a full-circle moment.  My father was the first chief and one of the founders of our little fire company, which is no longer just volunteer.  At our annual meeting, many awards are given out, and a few years ago, the Firefighter of the Year award was named after my departed father.   Last night, a man my father watched grow up presented my husband and a neighbor/friend of ours with the first ever dual award for their remarkable, probably life-saving efforts at a very bad car wreck, where it turned out the driver they saved was a good friend’s older brother.  

The Knight normally isn’t into recognition, but he candidly confessed a couple of years ago when he won the Chief’s Award, that he had REALLY wanted Daddy’s award.  Because our fathers were so close, the Knight grew up knowing and admiring the man who didn’t live long enough to be his father inlaw.  While trophies and plaques from years past languish in and under all sorts of things around the house, this one – and the under-appreciated Chief’s Award – are going on the photo wall in the great room. 

ETA – BAD, BAD WordPress!  No matter what I try – including coding it myself – I can’t get line breaks between paragraphs!