Today I write from some loneliness, the kind you feel as you realize how childish and selfish you can be. I have as of late been running into bits of growing up that I missed in adolescence. I hear some words said by a friend or a line from a movie and I hear them tumbling back, memories from the past patching together a lesson. For example I heard a friend explain simply to his class of students at his Gym, Free Flow Academy in Roseville by the way, that showing respect to others was in fact also a show of respect to yourself... Let that sink in for a moment. How many of us in our youthful angst and teen rebellion thought the opposite? How many of us screamed and wore insults on our sleeves trading attention for respect?

I know that I did. Most times I was polite but I loathed myself, and I punished myself in the oddest ways letting my anger make decisions out of fear. In the middle of the night I tumbled down roadways careening at speeds meant for race tracks and rally points. A flash of blue and red seeming to appear nearby but trailing as my screaming chariot carried me further. The pain I was in was obvious but instead of dealing with it I continued to hide in my repulsion of authority. How many of you did something similar?

Saviors were found of course. we all have them, but think of this. What an exciting thing? Respecting others is to respect one self. How long I toiled under the opposite belief....