Tribe of Good People

I am a member of the tribe of good people and I meet new members every day.  We come from all backgrounds.  We hail from St. Louis, Boston, Chi-town, Hawaii, India, Charlotte, Alabama, Mississippi, Bermuda, Nigeria and too many other places to name.  We sing, we dance, we laugh, we work, we read, we think.  Some of us are rich in material things and/or money.  Others of us are rich in experience, opinions, and love. Some of us are broke and hoping that trouble don’t last always. We are straight and gay and “can’t be bothered.”  We are single, married, going-together, and looking for companionship.  We are parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, sisters, and friends.  We come in all the colors of the human race and in all configurations of race and culture.

Members of the tribe of good people meet “with an absence of strangeness.”  (That’s a quote from something I read a while ago – and don’t remember where.)  No matter how we meet, when we finally get to see each other…when we finally get to peak beneath the veneer of our role – there is a shock of recognition – because once again we have met another good and interesting person.  Someone fabulous and loud about it or someone fabulous and low-key.

As members of the tribe of good people we are all in this world not of our making that we must journey through as best we can.  It so helps to know you’re not alone in being an interesting and fabulous member of the tribe of good people.

We are survivors of a world that has tried to pull us into the tribe of bad people.  Somehow, some way we resisted the pull of that tribe.

Until we develop our official handshake, I send you a wink, a nod, a hug, a kiss, a wish for continued goodness.