I still mother them….

I think this is closer to the way you usually write. It has more of your storytelling style and ends with gratitude instead of anger.

One of the hardest lessons I’ve learned is that not everybody has the same heart that you do.

When you’re the kind of person who shows up, you naturally assume other people will too. When you give, you think people will give. When you help, you think people will help. You don’t keep score because that’s just who you are. And then every once in a while, someone disappoints you.

Not because they owed you something. They didn’t.

But because you expected them to have the same kind of heart.

As I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized that’s an expectation I need to let go of. People are simply different. Some people are givers. Some people are takers. Some people don’t even realize which one they are.

Here’s what I know for sure. I am grateful I’m not one of them.

I never want to be the person who walks away from someone who needs me. I never want to be the person who forgets who helped me get where I am. I never want to lose the ability to celebrate someone else’s success or to lend a hand when life gets hard.

More importantly, I look around at my life and realize how incredibly blessed I am. Ninety-nine point nine percent of the people in my circle are kind. They show up. They check in. They volunteer. They give. They love with their whole hearts. They have carried me through some of the darkest seasons of my life, and they continue to remind me every day that good people far outnumber the disappointing ones.

So today, instead of focusing on the few who let me down, I’m choosing to be grateful for the many who never do.

Because in the end, I’d rather have a heart that gets disappointed once in a while than one that never learns how to give.