...trying to make the most of my stay on Earth.

I’ve been described by some ladies (in the Ladies Aid Society) as condescending and arrogant and egotistical and pompous. And I suppose I am. Because I like being me. I like myself. Even when I’m being an ass. But I also can be a nice guy. Kind. Compassionate. Understanding. And funny. Depends on the moment. On the situation. See, I’m imperfect. I’m full of contradictions. Doesn’t bother me. I accept that. I won’t ever become the perfect being. Wouldn’t want to.

Oh, I suppose I would have liked to be the perfect care-giver. For Jeanne's sake. I loved Jeanne dearly. But during the caring process I often bungled. Especially early on. I made plenty of errors. I lost it on occasion. But ultimately, I found my way out of the morass. I became better at it. Better and better. Truly loving. And genuinely caring. I really became darn good at it. Despite my bad moments. Anyway, I often learned from my mistakes. I became a better me. But still, I have my bad moments. Always will. I guess that’s the nature of life. Battling one's self and learning to accept one's limitations. Imperfections. If I were perfect, I’d be god. And no longer a mere human, a mere mortal. Instead, I’m just like the rest of you. A bungler. Maybe an arrogant one at times. Just trying to find my way through life. The best way I can. And by golly, one way or another, I’m gonna keep trying to make the most of my stay on Earth. –Jim Broede