An Apple is An Apple

Don't over think it, an apple is in fact an apple. There are many different types, shades, sizes, even colors, but they are all still apples. Wow this isn't going where it was intended.

OK, so two points for the price of one:

1. There are people on the planet, not as many as there used to be perhaps, that are good people, in their soul, it is who they are. I realize that with the way the world is today we have all become skeptical, but "an apple is still an apple." Let the apples be just that, big, beautiful, shiny, red, luscious, juicy, and above all else good for you, and teachers. Not all "good deeds" come with a price, an expectation, or a hidden agenda. Hello with a big smile may just be hello. "Can I help you with that" may just be someone else trying to make your day a little bit easier, or a little bit better. Let's not let the fact that world has definitely gotten a bit tougher these days eliminate the possibility of good intentions...please!! 
2. There was a time in my life, not that long ago, when I did not see anything but people. In the classroom, on the athletic field, in business. Never considered anything else. Black, white. Democrat republican. Liberal, conservative. I never considered any of this. I had never even heard the term "white trash" until I was engaged, and when my fiance used it and then told me what she meant that was the beginning of the end. Maybe it is just me, but we seem to have gone backwards. We seem to have become more polarized as a country, and across the world. Obviously 9/11 had a great deal to do with the world view, but enough is enough. 

It is always dangerous when I am at home for more than a few days at a time and start to put my thoughts down, and maybe this is all just in my head, but I would love for the planet to get just a little bit kinder again, and a little bit more trusting again. Wasn't there a phrase once that people used all over the world, especially relative to birthdays and anniversaries, "it is the thought that counts." I realize that this phrase was probably invented by men that kept forgetting these important days, or maybe it was by women when they kept getting the same gifts, or the wrong gifts for these special moments. Nonetheless, I do think that it is in fact the thought that counts, and that we all need to take this into account more often before we judge, or jump to conclusions.