The old rule "Guilt by Association" as been around for a long time. Well, since I already get myself in enough sticky messes all by myself, I don't need any extra trouble. So, instead, I try to seek out friendships that make me awesome by assocation.
Chief among that list is my homegirl Lyndi. (I told you I am going to insert hip hop into my daily life. I really think that's what Cheyenne, Oklahoma has been missing).
Anyways, Lyndi is constantly trying to bring sunshine to the rainy day masses. When I see a homeless man, I give him a ten spot. Hell, if I have a beer with me, I'll just cut out the middle man and give him that.
Lyndi, on the other hand, will volunteer at a shelter or some other completely selfless act. That's what she does.
I like to think of us as just one person. I make up the "bitching about shit that needs to be different" half and she makes up the "doing something to make things" different half. And since I have our friendship arranged that way in my mind, I don't feel bad about all the world changing I'm not doing.
In her typically awesome fashion, Lyndi boarded a plane this week and flew off to the hills of San Francisco to run a half-marathon. While inflicting this level of pain to oneself already makes us ass draggers scratch our heads and wonder why she would spend her vacation sweating and panting rather than laying and drinking, we really get baffled when we realize that she had to raise $3600 for blood cancer research to even be allowed to run in it.
Yes, that's right. She raised a bucket full of money for cancer patients -AND- is running a marathon. She's an overachieving humanitarian, that Lyndi.
So good luck, sister! You are going to run like the wind.
I'm so glad I picked Lyndi as my half person.