It's days like these I love

Today I woke up at ten a.m.  I got out of bed, took a shower, brushed my teeth, shaved, put on deodorant, cologne, and a four day old Big Boy uniform, and then I went to work.

I wasn't in a rush.  I stopped and got gas.  (That put me a little behind.)  I answered a phone call.  I was one and a half minutes late, and I had a great day.

I stayed present.  I did my work and others' with a gentle smile and a light heart, and in the middle of it all, I saw and spoke to every God and Goddess around me.

Today, I didn't hide.

And I think I realized I'm not going to hide any longer.

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Today I was confronted by a man.

So, I kinda fucked up a few days ago.  I hit someone's car -- as I was backing out -- and I didn't tell the owner about it.  I didn't even look at the car that I hit to see how bad the damages were.  It was 3 a.m., I was headed to Fleetwood for some food and coffee to fuel homework, and instead of confronting fear, assessing damages, contacting the owner, and apologizing to them:  I fled from it.  I pretended it didn't happen.

Turns out, I see the next day, that this was no minor accident.  My front headlight scraped so many layers of paint off that it peeled down and dented the aluminum.  The scrape ran a foot and a half long.  When I see this, I head inside.  I tell myself, "I'll leave my name and number on a note card and put it under their wiper blade."  I tell myself this for days.

Until today, I was confronted by a man.

This man was very emotionally triggered.  I could feel the pain of the incident ringing through every word he spoke, carrying with it a lifetime of anger and sadness.

I felt for this man, and with this man.  And I deeply and sincerely regret not confronting him sooner.

Next time, it will not be this way.

For when I spoke to this man, I was immovable, fearless, and infinitely compassionate.

For when I spoke to this man, he spoke to the Buddha.