Despite what my mother still tells me, as all good mothers should, I am hopelessly, normal, plain, short, white, and average. Only a Mom could see an average guy as a something special. I think it’s their ability to read into our hearts, and sense our eternal character and nature that allows them to seem recklessly disillusioned, yet correct, when the rest of us are realistically off. Thank goodness for mothers! As someone once said everybody deserves a parent that is absolutely crazy about them, even when they are adults.
Despite my supernatural, superpower to be just commonplace, I do find that it is life and our relationships to family and friends that are extraordinary. It is the built-in genius of life’s challenges, joys, pains, loves, passions, sorrows, and adversities that push me to be slightly above average from time to time.