To be human is to look far enough inside of you that I see myself. ~Mark Nepo

I realize I have always had a thing for the underdog. Maybe it is because I could see all my brokenness, uniqueness, pain, inquiry, confusion, hurt, and sadness within another. In a way I guess it helped me feel more human. Like I was not alone. What an interesting reminder … or rather, what an interesting, perfect place for me to find that reminder ~ in another.

Over the years I’ve often heard others make seemingly snide remarks or complaints regarding some of these individuals (underdogs) that I was able to connect with and understand. They would question how and/or why I ‘put up with’ or ‘tolerated’ their behavior and personality. I remember when I was a little girl I had a crush on a boy. I must have been about in the 5th grade. You could have considered him a nerd, one that stood outside of the “cool group”. He was fairly quiet and wore those thick black-rimmed glasses.  All my friends would question what I liked about him or why I was hanging out with him ~I guess you could have considered me in the popular group and we all know how that goes (insert frowny wrinkly face) ~ So the only answer that came to me with ease was, ‘because I like him’. It was that simple  I could feel his spirit, I could see his deep inquisitive self. There was so much more to him than what was being seen or heard on the surface.