Share

When we were 4 or 5 or as late as 6, we were instructed to share.
Share your toys
Share your food
Share you popcorn
Share your candy
Share the back seat of the car

But at some point this all stopped. Things got competitive. It was all about finishing first - or in the top 10, top of the class, top marks, first place, gold metal, blue ribbon, beat the other kid to the prize.
BE the most popular
HAVE the most friends
GET the best looking viable male / female candidate for reproduction / co-habitation / partner up in the life get the most stuff relay and lock it all away.
Parental stamp of approval guaranteed!

It soon became all about Me, me, me, me, me, or rather you, you, you, you, you,
me,
mine,
leave it alone it's mine,
don't touch it, it is mine,
she is mine, he is mine,
they are MY friends,
this is MY house,
this is MY car,
these are my THINGS.
don't you DARE touch them, don't even THINK about the possibility of getting to hold or use them.

So the whole sharing, caring thing we learned as children. Why?
We are taught to share with others. We are taught to be kind, get along with other people, be inclusive, make sure everybody gets a valentine, (even though we all secretly knew that kid, you know, the one with the funny nervous cough and runny nose he wipes on his green pilled two sizes to large sweater - most definitely won't be getting as many crepe paper hearts with lipstick kisses on them as Sally, Johnny or Ben did).

But once, once in a while in your adulthood (well I AM grown up despite what you may have heard) you witness an act of sharing, that is so simple, yet so profoundly moving, that you can't believe you were there sharing that moment. When that happens, all bets are off. Adults are by my recollection not very good at sharing these days. And when they do, well it is something.

Ok - that is all I can write about this - perhaps it is the Neo-citron talking, or the fact that I am exhausted, but happy. happy. me. happy. yes. happy. For once I don't want for anything at this moment. I am going to enjoy it.

There. I just enjoyed it some more.

Ok - hoping when I re-read this I have not made a complete ass of myself, and this makes sense, but I am going to hit the "publish" button and just release this odd tidbit of my thoughts out for my entire 2 followers to read.

Don't have me committed - I have not gone mad, I am just happy. I had a good weekend ok?