Regrets

Three regrets that follow me, as of today:

(1) In Africa, there was a shoe cobbler on the street right by our house who couldn't walk, and I was so scared he'd ask for money and I'd feel awkward or that my group members would judge and think me self-righteous that I never talked to him--but he always smiled so brightly when I walked by. I wish I would have had him fix my shoes and given him business--even spoken to him. He looked like he wanted to, but was likewise scared--likely for different reasons. I saw him about three times. That's it. And that will always be a regret. He won't be there if I go back.

(2) Erin, my roomie last year: I never really got to know her. She was always so kind and asked about my day, inquired what went well and comforted me if it didn't. She let me take up more than half the room space because I had such issues containing all my junk on one side--she never complained. She never complained to me that she felt like the odd-man-out in our apartment. By not including her, I feel that I only made the gap diverge more. She was a listener and I the talker. But think what I could've learned from her if I'd asked more questions, been a real friend. At least this regret I can somehow compensate for my misdeed (being a lack of a good deed) by being that friend to li'l Ames, my new roomie.

(3) Embarrassment in myself. I have no reason to feel this...not really. Sure, everyone gets shaken up in some situations, but I think I will always regret my embarrassment and insecurity concerning my physical self. Combating this by going to the gym with Whitney and Neltje, my OTHER roommates.