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    As I awaited having my first cup of coffee doing chores—I wondered why or what it was that made me, even to this day of having the urge to save the world... so to speak.

    The last two nights before bed I watched nature shows. That’s unusual for me.  It’s usually one night of nature and a science show spread out once a week. My usual was anything with law, anything heroic, historical figures, strategies were my preference—I'd begun to prefer series type shows.

    Reading books, I gravitate towards autobiographical, historical people, events and how they climbed out of the event(s). Finally, this morning I asked myself, 'What have I been looking for?' What is it in heroism that I feel near to? Or that I feel is necessary—Heroism, or rescuing, being the rescuer. What is that about? Why do I still feel the urge since I could ever remember? 

    I thought that it could be the feel good feeling. It's not about being known—I like to hide quite often. I like to be hidden. As a whole, I have been quite often disappointed in people and their actions, or non-actions.

    Then this morning it arrived. The answer was comfort. That's what rescuing does. It brings comfort, hope. All or nearly all the supposition about humanity falls by the wayside. People for those moments become just damn awesome. I crave that. 

    I've always wanted to be an unburdening to life. Enter quietly, do something good, then leave. It’s as if few know I'd existed. Maybe just leave a good thought or two that keeps someone afloat.

    This all has now brought me to why I despise being around people—socializing. I love coaching someone, but that's one on one. You're looking someone in the eye, giving them advice that you've lived. You're hoping they gain from that advice or method for them to feel the comfort of someone caring enough to pass on something good. 

    It doesn't matter where it came from. It’s now just been placed out there in the world. It’s for the taking. It’s to be given, then taken again and again. That is the comfort of hope. ---Jody-Lynn Reicher 

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