I've gotcha...

He wanted to go down the water slide again and again today and each time he shot round the curve I'd see his look of terror turn into a beaming smile when he saw me there, waiting at the bottom to catch him. It made my heart overflow to know that to him I mean security, a soft place to land. I make him feel safe, what an honor that is.
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At the recent funeral I attended it was said of this man that he would "keep your name safe". In other words he would not talk badly of others. I loved the idea of keeping someone's name safe. What a beautiful thought this is. Of all of my goals (and I have many) I think this is the one that I desire to master the very most. I long for the day when I will have complete control over my tongue and never speak ill of another person. I had several chances to speak unkindly about others today. For some I passed, becoming a champion of their causes, and for others I crumbled, letting my two cents drool out with little control.
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I liked talking nice so much better. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy about myself and the people I worked to defend.
We all want (and need) someone on our side, and I want to be the person that makes people smile when they come around a corner because they'll know, when they see me waiting there, that they just found a soft place to land.