Dignity

As I go on this book writing oddessy, I am blown away by acts of courage, honor, and dignity. Yes, I have always known that I am not perfect, and don't profess to be so. Sometimes I have done and said some pretty dumb things and have recently righted a wrong of my own doing. The two principle people I have affected in my boner are coping, trying to work through the uncomfortableness of the situation and trying to put what I had omited to delete in the book behind them. How cool is that? To me this is the true sense of dignity. An error was made, efforts to repair the situation were made, appologies were expressed, and now we all move on learning our own special messages. I guess this is what life is really all about - trial, error, learning, hopeful growth, and ultimately becoming a better person.

I have a plan. To inundate my two friends in whom I hurt with daily appologies. Not many copies were sold of the book with the fubar included so we all feel good about that. So I figure in about five years of daily "I'm sorries", it should do the trick. Two days and counting.

The great news through all the growth experience is the possiblity of a person from, I think Random House Publishing actually editing the book and bringing it to the next level. A HUGE LEVEL!!!

You find out a lot about yourself and others when an issue presents itself. I learned I want to immediatly jump into action and repair things to the best of my ability. Therefore the book was taken off the shelf for a brief time. I also learned that my long friend communicated in a positive way how he was hurt and what his needs were. I learned from the other friend that it was going to take a process for him, but he was in healing mode. How cool is that? I learned how other friends are ready to rush in with axes flailing - like how the media can be if your hair is out of place or your nipple is showing through your shirt. **I just looked down to see if my nipple was out**

We live in a litigious society. I've been litigious in the past when I've felt friends or family have done me wrong. What I am learning is that we all fail, it's just a fact of life. I have failed my family, my friends, in my relationships, and with my commitments with myself constantly. Does this mean I am hopeless? Does this mean I should just give up? Of course not because my heart is in the right place. I do care about everyone. This is my fault - if it is one.

This book began as a Scott tells all story and in going about it this way some close friends were bitten. I feel down, climbed back up, and now it is time to walk taller knowing I did my all to repair what I could. - Is my nipple showing? -

Anyway, still awaiting the proof. It was Fed Exed yesterday and a special person will own this special token of my love for two dear friends.

Much love