I swear...

Some people are really kind of sad. I wish I could not care about other people but it's not that easy.

When my buddy Eddie has things fall apart on him and criminals running through his life, I would love to stand back and keep out of harms way and then pretend like nothing happened. It would certainly have prevented problems in the past.

When other people have nervous breakdowns and can't seem to function on their own I should just wash my hands of them and worry only about me. It would save me a lot of trouble.

But the real truth of it is I was raised better than that. I was raised to a standard that tells me that even though my genetic mother was a drug addict and my Genetic father is paranoid and controling, with deep delusions, even those two people deserve respectful treatment.

If I can help them without risk to anybody else I will.

But it's more than that, it something that loosely corresponds to the ancient code of hospitality, something partly from how I was raised and partly from my faith. A rule that sort of states that you treat all people as honored guests and place their importance above selfinterest.

But even more than that I grew on stories of Knights. Where the good people serve a cause and fight for right. They champion others and sacrifice of themselves. They hold themselves to a code of honor... at least in the stories.

I like to try and carry many of these qualities in a world where most of them are long forgotten.

Some see that as making me a pushover, or nieve, some have I'm too sensative and just need to not worry about anyone but myself.

I pity those people, their lives are going to be sad, shallow and self serving existances that never satisfy them. They will never know freindships to the fullest extent of their grace, and they will never discover family of any kind other then documented or blood relation without any connection within.

I'm glad to help when I can, and I'm as good as my word.

I don't feel ashamed of that, and the word might have a lot less strife and sorrow if we could all do that much for each other. You might knock me down for these ideas but I'll get up again, nothing will keep me down for long. (I get Knocked down, but I get up again, aint nothing gonna keep me down- Tubthumping by chumbawamba)

Take care of yourselves,
Roving Jack