My Secret Weapon
Well
babe, it is my last week of classes and I can say you've taught me so much this
semester from afar, and so much in the weekend alone. When I say, Marc got the
cry baby of the sisters, I'm not kidding. You know how you hear about people
who cry because they see something like a rock? To put it into perspective,
that's me. I pretty much get scared, paranoid, and emotional over everything.
Hence, why school this semester has been crazy without Marc by my side being
able to comfort me the way he once had. But he has done a great job of helping
me and guiding me through school when I need it. And sometimes the best lessons
you learn aren't even in school. If you know what I'm studying (Sociology), you
know my major is nothing but a bunch of people who are trying to save the
world. That's a lot of pressure when tons of people could care less
about anyone but themselves, or anything that won't affect them. Your eyes have
to be peeled back 24/7 because you have to be cautious about why people do the
things they do, and why they feel that way. Sometimes we say things and don't
even realize we are hurting others, and thankfully I have someone like Marc who
likes to analyze everything, because his analyzing comes in handy. I get to
take on different perspectives that I might not have thought of before. I'd
like to say Marc is my secret weapon. Maybe it's all the
analyzing that he does, that allows him to be so open and willing to accept
people. He never fails to help someone in need when he can. Instead of jumping
to conclusions, he talks, and tries to figure out what is going on. He may not
be the most patient person in general, but when it comes to helping others, his
patience is endless. And that's not even a general statement, he helps me every
day, even if it means helping me understand something that he might not agree
with. In my field and because of how attached I've grown to my work, I don't
think I'd be able to hold a relationship with anyone other than Marc. He shows
me how to love and respect everyone (and that isn't easy, not even the slightest).
Thank you for your never ending kind words, and effort to help others as well
as myself through the rough times.
With love always,
Becca
P.s. Thank you for being my rock.
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