A pearl of life that I am pondering on, as I watch the shadows lengthen from my classroom window , is the word “mixer”. I am a mixer. I float in and out of microcosms like fluid honey. One spot tends to bore me and my taste can be exotic. You never know what I am genuinely attracted to. That leaves me with a rather colorful world, a world where people often ask to be introduced to my friends. A mistake that I have made in my life has been to hold the door open for someone who would not have gotten through the door if it had not been for me. They weren’t prepared for it. They weren’t ready for it and they certainly made a mess once they got in there. I have taken the motto, “What God has for me is for me” , to a new level. I am in the process of being recreated. My social circles are changing. I am physically changing and that is opening doors for me. The doors have swung so wide, that others in my life feel beckoned to come with me. No, this door I will go through alone and if it is supposed to open for you, you will knock and it will open.
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