Are we sent children to teach or to learn from?
This weekend I was visiting a friend of mine, who I do not visit nearly often enough. I was down on the floor playing with her one year old daughter, when she looked at me motored over, crawled up into my lap and snuggled into me. If that doesn't melt your frozen milk shake... It was so damn cute (her signature) but it just made me think how great kids are.
They don't care what you're wearing, how often you come to visit, how much money you make, what you do for a living or what kind of car you drive. If you are there for them, they accept it on such a basic level it's incredibly simple and powerful all at the same time.
They don't give you a hard time for not visiting, and they make the most of the fact that you are there. It's like "I missed you." Nuff said. Now lets do something together.
Maybe that's just something to keep in mind, everyone needs a snuggle now and then and maybe all that other stuff really isn't that important. The important thing is spending quality time with the people you love during the chances that you have.
Monday, May 04, 2009
Thursday, April 30, 2009
The rite of passage into the world of clipless pedals
A few years ago I bought a brand spanking new mountain bike, and at the time they asked if I wanted the clipless pedals installed. The dialog went something like this
Bike sales dude: "Would you like us to install the clipless pedals?"
My friend (bless her forsight): "Nope, I don't think that's a good idea"
Bike sales dude: "You don't have very much confidence in your friend here eh?"
Me: "No she just knows me better than most people"
Well that afternoon we took my new wheels out for a spin, and after launching myself over the handlebars in the first ten minutes. And figuring out what happened was not me being dumb and hitting the front brake instead of the back break. But was merely me being inexperienced and clamping the back brake, and having my un-rotating tire hit a root and bounce me like a mechanical bull at midnight.
That aside the rest of the ride went extremely well, I was keeping up (relatively anyways) and we were on last section of trail before we made back for an apre ride beverage. I was bombing along after another friend of mine, when all of a sudden we came upon a little bit of the trail, where there was a tree on the right, the trail dropped oooh say about 5 feet steeply with a single large root in the middle (keep in mind my earlier root experience), and to top it all off the bottom of the 5 foot drop there was a rather nasty sharp turn to the right... and by nasty I mean if you missed the turn you would end up dropping at least another 10 feet into Mill creek.
I mustered all the riding skill that I had gained from the days ride, slowed down before the root, slowed down after the root... memory fades out... memory fades in... and I'm crouched on the side of the trail like a jungle cat, my left hand is still on my handlebar and it's the only thing counterbalancing my bike, keeping it from plunging down into the creek without me.
In retrospect the thought was maybe we shouldn't have taken you on such an advanced trail your first day on your new bike... and then the humour of the situation kicked in and we laughed as the mental picture of what would have happend if I had been clipped onto my bike sunk in. Without a sliver of doubt, I would have made it over the root and taken the drop like a hero and ended up in the creek bed... the only doubt remaining was whether or not I would have landed it long enough to unclip before a near drowning experience.
So despite avoiding the inevitable plunge into the creek my friend gave me an old pair of clipless pedal shoes to try it out and see how I liked it. This last week I started biking to work, it's downhill most of the way to work which means it takes me twice as long to get home. I was sure that the ride home would go somewhere along the lines of: *Wow this is really sweet, I get the pull and the push* ... *Holy crap what was I thinking yeah lets bike to work* ... followed by pedalling slower and slower in the lowest gear possible until I'm no longer going fast enough to maintain any forward motion and I just fall over on the side of the road, unable to unclip in time to stop the deadweight of my body... luckily I was wrong, I made it all the way home and didn't get run over.
I found out this morning that my timing was just off a little, I had a wicked mountain biking dream last night, and as I got ready to bike to work again, I stood at the top of the driveway and...
*clip* ... *plop*.
Yes that's right, failure to unclip. Perhaps I was overconfident of my ability, or tired from mountain biking all night... but I did not give the required uumph get my ass on my bike and be able to clip in my second foot. It was all there in perfect slow motion as I fell over thinking I seriously can't believe I just did that.
Of all the people I've talked to througout the biking world I have yet to meet someone who hasn't had a similar "failure to unclip" experience.
To this day that creek remains my best near-miss but nonetheless I am hooked. It hasn't turned into a burning obsession, but any time someone mentions mountain biking, or downhill my fingers start to sweat and I get a little bundle of excited anticipation in my tummy just thinking about it, and that's good enough for me!
Bike sales dude: "Would you like us to install the clipless pedals?"
My friend (bless her forsight): "Nope, I don't think that's a good idea"
Bike sales dude: "You don't have very much confidence in your friend here eh?"
Me: "No she just knows me better than most people"
Well that afternoon we took my new wheels out for a spin, and after launching myself over the handlebars in the first ten minutes. And figuring out what happened was not me being dumb and hitting the front brake instead of the back break. But was merely me being inexperienced and clamping the back brake, and having my un-rotating tire hit a root and bounce me like a mechanical bull at midnight.
That aside the rest of the ride went extremely well, I was keeping up (relatively anyways) and we were on last section of trail before we made back for an apre ride beverage. I was bombing along after another friend of mine, when all of a sudden we came upon a little bit of the trail, where there was a tree on the right, the trail dropped oooh say about 5 feet steeply with a single large root in the middle (keep in mind my earlier root experience), and to top it all off the bottom of the 5 foot drop there was a rather nasty sharp turn to the right... and by nasty I mean if you missed the turn you would end up dropping at least another 10 feet into Mill creek.
I mustered all the riding skill that I had gained from the days ride, slowed down before the root, slowed down after the root... memory fades out... memory fades in... and I'm crouched on the side of the trail like a jungle cat, my left hand is still on my handlebar and it's the only thing counterbalancing my bike, keeping it from plunging down into the creek without me.
In retrospect the thought was maybe we shouldn't have taken you on such an advanced trail your first day on your new bike... and then the humour of the situation kicked in and we laughed as the mental picture of what would have happend if I had been clipped onto my bike sunk in. Without a sliver of doubt, I would have made it over the root and taken the drop like a hero and ended up in the creek bed... the only doubt remaining was whether or not I would have landed it long enough to unclip before a near drowning experience.
So despite avoiding the inevitable plunge into the creek my friend gave me an old pair of clipless pedal shoes to try it out and see how I liked it. This last week I started biking to work, it's downhill most of the way to work which means it takes me twice as long to get home. I was sure that the ride home would go somewhere along the lines of: *Wow this is really sweet, I get the pull and the push* ... *Holy crap what was I thinking yeah lets bike to work* ... followed by pedalling slower and slower in the lowest gear possible until I'm no longer going fast enough to maintain any forward motion and I just fall over on the side of the road, unable to unclip in time to stop the deadweight of my body... luckily I was wrong, I made it all the way home and didn't get run over.
I found out this morning that my timing was just off a little, I had a wicked mountain biking dream last night, and as I got ready to bike to work again, I stood at the top of the driveway and...
*clip* ... *plop*.
Yes that's right, failure to unclip. Perhaps I was overconfident of my ability, or tired from mountain biking all night... but I did not give the required uumph get my ass on my bike and be able to clip in my second foot. It was all there in perfect slow motion as I fell over thinking I seriously can't believe I just did that.
Of all the people I've talked to througout the biking world I have yet to meet someone who hasn't had a similar "failure to unclip" experience.
To this day that creek remains my best near-miss but nonetheless I am hooked. It hasn't turned into a burning obsession, but any time someone mentions mountain biking, or downhill my fingers start to sweat and I get a little bundle of excited anticipation in my tummy just thinking about it, and that's good enough for me!
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
How do you spell it... Cuboree or Cuburee?
Last night marked my first view into a 1st BX Cub meeting. It was an experience fit for lifting the soul of even the darkest among us. Now I specify it as a 1st BX Cub meeting as I was informed by a reliable source that not all Cub meetings were created equal and neither were all Cub packs ;o)
The meeting was filled with many jokes and more laughter, but above all everyone's ideas were considered and built upon until we arrived at a rough draft of a good place to start.
It reminded me why I was involved with Girl Guides for so many years, and it made me wonder why I hadn't volunteered to help with it again sooner since my completion of University.
Apparently the Universe is trying to tell me to get my ass in gear, and it has realized that I needed a kick to get going. Heres to funny stories to share as only kids can create them.
The meeting was filled with many jokes and more laughter, but above all everyone's ideas were considered and built upon until we arrived at a rough draft of a good place to start.
It reminded me why I was involved with Girl Guides for so many years, and it made me wonder why I hadn't volunteered to help with it again sooner since my completion of University.
Apparently the Universe is trying to tell me to get my ass in gear, and it has realized that I needed a kick to get going. Heres to funny stories to share as only kids can create them.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
The right hand... the left hand... wtf?
He who shall remain nameless: "So this is just a case of the right hand not knowing what the left hand is doing"...
Me: "Yeah basically"
muttering "Actually this is more a case of the left hand not bloody listening to the right hand when it said what it was doing first thing this morning"
He who shall remain nameless: "What's that?"
Me: "Nothing"...
Me: "Yeah basically"
muttering "Actually this is more a case of the left hand not bloody listening to the right hand when it said what it was doing first thing this morning"
He who shall remain nameless: "What's that?"
Me: "Nothing"...
The stolen generation...
Last night I attended a local showing of a child slavery documentary entitled "Stolen Childhoods". Wow. It was very well done and although I don't think it addressed all the issues that lead to child slavery, it is a place to start.
There is a great quote "Don't think that a small group of organized citizens can't change the world. Indeed it is the only thing that ever has" Margaret Mead
Although I don't think that this film looked at the whole picture, similar to a doctor treating the symptoms rather than the problem, it is a place to start. And I believe that starting on anything that helps to make any child's life better is better than doing nothing at all because we don't know how to fix the whole problem.
Now I haven't read much about the industrial revolution in Britain, but I'm wondering if perhaps there are some similarities to what we are now seeing in many third world countries. During the industrial revolution, and also during the war many children were forced to work, either to help support their family or because they were small enough to easily fit into the small spaces required. I think that as these countries go through a similar development period we are seeing children forced to work again, but on a much larger level. There are way more children living in conditions that are deplorable. Perhaps we should look to our past to help them pave the way to their future.
I also had another thought, part of the problem is that the markup is occurring at the end of a product's selling cycle. Perhaps there should be some way to break down the cost of something fairly. For example a can of coffee is sold for $12... which is a 4000% markup from what the farms and the people who pick it are actually paid. Is there not some way to distribute the profit more fairly? Perhaps companies selling the end product need to realize that they are responsible for where their product comes from, and how it is made.
There is a great quote "Don't think that a small group of organized citizens can't change the world. Indeed it is the only thing that ever has" Margaret Mead
Although I don't think that this film looked at the whole picture, similar to a doctor treating the symptoms rather than the problem, it is a place to start. And I believe that starting on anything that helps to make any child's life better is better than doing nothing at all because we don't know how to fix the whole problem.
Now I haven't read much about the industrial revolution in Britain, but I'm wondering if perhaps there are some similarities to what we are now seeing in many third world countries. During the industrial revolution, and also during the war many children were forced to work, either to help support their family or because they were small enough to easily fit into the small spaces required. I think that as these countries go through a similar development period we are seeing children forced to work again, but on a much larger level. There are way more children living in conditions that are deplorable. Perhaps we should look to our past to help them pave the way to their future.
I also had another thought, part of the problem is that the markup is occurring at the end of a product's selling cycle. Perhaps there should be some way to break down the cost of something fairly. For example a can of coffee is sold for $12... which is a 4000% markup from what the farms and the people who pick it are actually paid. Is there not some way to distribute the profit more fairly? Perhaps companies selling the end product need to realize that they are responsible for where their product comes from, and how it is made.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Somebody doesn't think I should exercise... my squishy bits say otherwise
Yesterday I decided that it was time to start mountain biking again, the weather has been warming up above friggin' chily, and I still had time to squeeze a ride in before dinner... and really I probably shouldn't have had that third piece of pizza for lunch, I'm a programmer... there's no *way* I'm going to burn off 3 pieces of pizza no matter how intense the programming is!
So I get all dressed up, collect the various articles of riding gear that I will need hop on my bike and remember that my clip in pedal needs adjusting. So I go to dismount only to discover that my right foot will not unclip. Now picture this, I have a small backpack with allan keys in it, and my right foot stuck to my pedal... I undo the shoe so now I'm standing in one bike shoe and a sock looking at my other shoe that is now semi-permanently attached to my bike for now.
I considered for a second that I could forgo the clip-ins and throw on a pair of runners, until I thought it through all the way and realized that I would be trying to bike with a shoe under one pedal. Thinking that maybe a screwdriver might be of some use, I hopped into the trailer which I'm currently moving into, and being unable to locate a screwdriver grabbed my pocket knife and hopped out again.
Now I'd just like to clarify at this point that anything incorrect in my clip in settings are entirely my own fault. I installed them myself and true to form monkeyd with them to see how they worked. By this point in the whole ordeal I'm guessing, poking the pocket knife screwdriver head into various positions praying that I don't slip and gouge my other hand and bleed all over the place, and hoping that I will discover some previously unknown master release... yeah not so much... (just incase you were wondering)
Basically what had happened was the screws holding the clippy bit onto the shoe had come undone... but not all the way, and only one of them had *rolls eyes* so I had no torque twisting the shoe to trigger the release, and jamming the pocket knife into various locations did not work either. I couldn't undo the screws holding the clip to the shoe all the way, and twisting the shoe all the way around wasn't triggering the release either!
I did finally get it undone, and everything tightened up and adjusted properly but after all that I seriously considered saving my ride for another day ;o)
I found this quote on a fridge magnet:
"I gave up jogging because my thighs kept rubbing together and setting my pantyhose on fire."
I need one of my own -I gave up riding because I couldn't unclip my foot and fell over.
So I get all dressed up, collect the various articles of riding gear that I will need hop on my bike and remember that my clip in pedal needs adjusting. So I go to dismount only to discover that my right foot will not unclip. Now picture this, I have a small backpack with allan keys in it, and my right foot stuck to my pedal... I undo the shoe so now I'm standing in one bike shoe and a sock looking at my other shoe that is now semi-permanently attached to my bike for now.
I considered for a second that I could forgo the clip-ins and throw on a pair of runners, until I thought it through all the way and realized that I would be trying to bike with a shoe under one pedal. Thinking that maybe a screwdriver might be of some use, I hopped into the trailer which I'm currently moving into, and being unable to locate a screwdriver grabbed my pocket knife and hopped out again.
Now I'd just like to clarify at this point that anything incorrect in my clip in settings are entirely my own fault. I installed them myself and true to form monkeyd with them to see how they worked. By this point in the whole ordeal I'm guessing, poking the pocket knife screwdriver head into various positions praying that I don't slip and gouge my other hand and bleed all over the place, and hoping that I will discover some previously unknown master release... yeah not so much... (just incase you were wondering)
Basically what had happened was the screws holding the clippy bit onto the shoe had come undone... but not all the way, and only one of them had *rolls eyes* so I had no torque twisting the shoe to trigger the release, and jamming the pocket knife into various locations did not work either. I couldn't undo the screws holding the clip to the shoe all the way, and twisting the shoe all the way around wasn't triggering the release either!
I did finally get it undone, and everything tightened up and adjusted properly but after all that I seriously considered saving my ride for another day ;o)
I found this quote on a fridge magnet:
"I gave up jogging because my thighs kept rubbing together and setting my pantyhose on fire."
I need one of my own -I gave up riding because I couldn't unclip my foot and fell over.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
On paternity tests
Optional Dad #1 says: Yeah well how do I know he's even my kid?
Mom says: Well my blood type is O+, and his is A+... so if you're not blood type A, he's definitely not yours, and sometimes that would certainly make my life a helluv a lot easier!
That's the cheap and easy way of doing a paternity test!
Mom says: Well my blood type is O+, and his is A+... so if you're not blood type A, he's definitely not yours, and sometimes that would certainly make my life a helluv a lot easier!
That's the cheap and easy way of doing a paternity test!
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Nothing says I've been thinking of you like...
A portable toilet!!!
Yes that is 3 exclamation marks. A friend of mine is going through a bit of a tough time right now, her grandmother recently had a heart attack. Somehow in the midst of all that she got to thinking about the trailer that I will be moving into soon... and got me a portable toilet so that I will not have to get dressed and run into the house and pee. (Assuming I'm sleeping in the buff) If that doesn't say I was thinking about you I don't know what does ;o)
Yes that is 3 exclamation marks. A friend of mine is going through a bit of a tough time right now, her grandmother recently had a heart attack. Somehow in the midst of all that she got to thinking about the trailer that I will be moving into soon... and got me a portable toilet so that I will not have to get dressed and run into the house and pee. (Assuming I'm sleeping in the buff) If that doesn't say I was thinking about you I don't know what does ;o)
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Death by sheet
So the other night I was over at a friends' house after a long day of packing and moving. Okay I'll admit it was few hours after work. Nonetheless I was exhausted. We were just changing the bed I would be sleeping in, putting fresh sheets on when a little spider started running along the edge of the bed.
Now picture this, my friend grabs the sheet we'd just stripped off and dives across the bed to squish the spider. All I could think about was the Austin Powers movie with the assassin who throws a shoe as his signature, and the line "Really who throws a shoe anyways?". Well from the view of that little spider all it would have seen was this giant sheet. Not something its mother would have warned it about, shoes, newspapers... brooms maybe... but a sheet? So the new quote is "Really who uses a sheet to kill a spider?!?!" Apparently my friend does.
Now picture this, my friend grabs the sheet we'd just stripped off and dives across the bed to squish the spider. All I could think about was the Austin Powers movie with the assassin who throws a shoe as his signature, and the line "Really who throws a shoe anyways?". Well from the view of that little spider all it would have seen was this giant sheet. Not something its mother would have warned it about, shoes, newspapers... brooms maybe... but a sheet? So the new quote is "Really who uses a sheet to kill a spider?!?!" Apparently my friend does.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Easily unnoticed unless you are looking...
The first light pink wisps of blush just before the morning sunrise.
Thursday, March 05, 2009
On my afternoon wander
Me to Sexretary: You have doughnuts!
Sexretary: ...no... but I have a muffin!
Me: oh. what kind is it?
Sexretary: I don't know, but you can look
Me: No thanks, I don't want your muffin.
Sexretary: ...no... but I have a muffin!
Me: oh. what kind is it?
Sexretary: I don't know, but you can look
Me: No thanks, I don't want your muffin.
Monday, February 09, 2009
I have learned...
That it is exceedingly difficult to brush your teeth with your nose plugged without drooling.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Last Monday the Universe kicked the holy living shit out of me
Even that is an understatement.
During my 10 hours of vomiting and pooping through a pin hole, I contemplated the expression 'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger' and then resumed my begging of the Universe or any entity that was listening to just let me curl up in a little ball on the nice cold linoleum floor and die, because it would be *so* much easier that way. really I promise that you have yet again asserted your dominance and superiority over me I AM INSIGNIFICANT!
It was one of those moments when you are able to truly understand a statement such as 'you can continue vomiting long after you think you've finished'. I felt like I threw up and pooped out twice my body weight, it was one of those seriously body? we're puking again? where did you even find this watery liquid that we are throwing up? Are you sucking it straight out of my cells? Because let me tell you, when I was done I felt like something that would be served at a bar, right next to the pickled eggs, dehydrated Sam... "Just add water, for your fully functional life size female model"
According to a doctor in training that I know, she figures I probably lost 10-15% of my body's liquid composition. It felt like a lot more. I felt like I was only composed of 40% water instead of the required 70% water that makes up most people. Walking the two and a half door lengths to the washroom and back felt like the trek that some African children make every day for fresh water. I gained a new appreciation for the perspective the elderly speak from when they say someone has a lot of energy.
A highlight of this experience was that I relearned that my body has more reserves than I give it credit for, that I can keep moving long after my mind is physically exhausted, and that I can make it to the bathroom one. more. time. because I *have* to. and that a friend who is willing to care for your basic needs of replenishing liquid when you are too tired to do it yourself is worth their weight in gold.
My Grandpa fought during WWII, and he always said "If you don't have your health you don't have anything"... the significance of all else pales in comparison when you're busy puking your guts out.
During my 10 hours of vomiting and pooping through a pin hole, I contemplated the expression 'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger' and then resumed my begging of the Universe or any entity that was listening to just let me curl up in a little ball on the nice cold linoleum floor and die, because it would be *so* much easier that way. really I promise that you have yet again asserted your dominance and superiority over me I AM INSIGNIFICANT!
It was one of those moments when you are able to truly understand a statement such as 'you can continue vomiting long after you think you've finished'. I felt like I threw up and pooped out twice my body weight, it was one of those seriously body? we're puking again? where did you even find this watery liquid that we are throwing up? Are you sucking it straight out of my cells? Because let me tell you, when I was done I felt like something that would be served at a bar, right next to the pickled eggs, dehydrated Sam... "Just add water, for your fully functional life size female model"
According to a doctor in training that I know, she figures I probably lost 10-15% of my body's liquid composition. It felt like a lot more. I felt like I was only composed of 40% water instead of the required 70% water that makes up most people. Walking the two and a half door lengths to the washroom and back felt like the trek that some African children make every day for fresh water. I gained a new appreciation for the perspective the elderly speak from when they say someone has a lot of energy.
A highlight of this experience was that I relearned that my body has more reserves than I give it credit for, that I can keep moving long after my mind is physically exhausted, and that I can make it to the bathroom one. more. time. because I *have* to. and that a friend who is willing to care for your basic needs of replenishing liquid when you are too tired to do it yourself is worth their weight in gold.
My Grandpa fought during WWII, and he always said "If you don't have your health you don't have anything"... the significance of all else pales in comparison when you're busy puking your guts out.
Friday, January 09, 2009
Never know who you might meet at 7:00am
So yesterday morning I had just finished the first of hopefully a series of early morning swimming before work. I'm just getting back into it so I figured I'd take a couple minutes in the hot tub. Well this guys comes over and says Merry Christmas, being polite I responded in kind and added Happy New Year... well I might as well have said I bow down before the church, as he launched into an explanation of calendar types Julian, and Gregorian and that I'm one of Pope Gregory's minions because I use his calendar. Now seriously I try to stay away from religious discussions at the best of times let alone 7am, I mean if I could have I would have told him I was dead to his discussion. Soooo much for a relaxing hot tub. I didn't have time to ask how he converts between the calendars to make sure he meets people on the right date. Maybe he doesn't, and that's why he didn't have a hot tub partner.
I'm sure it's important
But don't come running in with your pissy pants on and act like your emergency is way more important than what I'm doing right now. I mean it actually might be, but as soon as you act like it is and it's poop doesn't stink, well that makes me want to ignore it just for spite. So there.
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
How to Annoy Me
Ok I get that I was *only* doing 60 km/hr in a 50 km/hr zone in semi-freezing conditions with all-season tires on my car... but up here in Canada they are not suitable for almost-winter driving conditions. In any case, if I'm doing 60 and you are riding my ass... YOU ARE STILL ONLY DOING 60! Don't ask me, go talk to a physics professor or something, but to go faster you have to actually pass me. Just putting it out there.
Yes the 'How to Annoy Me' label is from dooce.com I love it. It perfectly captures how I feel. Heather B. Armstrong, if this annoys you please contact me I'm sure we can work something out. Something being I can change it. Seriously.
Yes the 'How to Annoy Me' label is from dooce.com I love it. It perfectly captures how I feel. Heather B. Armstrong, if this annoys you please contact me I'm sure we can work something out. Something being I can change it. Seriously.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Dedication
Okay, I'll be honest anyone who has the time and patience to tell the world about everything that happend to them on a given day is a lot more dedicated than I am... or they have a whole lot of time on their hands... hmmm... I'm going to go with dedicated, because really if they had a whole lot of time on their hands they wouldn't have so many things to write about. That's really all for now. Osprey out.
Monday, December 11, 2006
Turning your back on the world
So I was driving over to a friend's house this weekend and it occurred to me that I had no right to be upset with my friends over our inability to hang out together despite the fact that we lived within a stone's throw of each other. It was the profound thought that all the things I blamed them for as reasons that we couldn't hang out were things that I was also guilty of. It shone new light on the quote "When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world." It started to make more sense, the things we hate most about our environment and others are things that we do not like within ourselves. So in this way by observing and taking note of things that bother me rather than ignoring them I can possibly change things within myself. I would like to apologize to anyone who's name I have taken in vain when actually there was no crime committed against me, it was something within me all along. It also occurred to me that I should apologize, if it initally upset me the things I thought my friends were doing/not doing is it not possible that they feel the same about me? On that note, if you have me or someone else apologize for something unexpected, know that maybe they are improving themselves in some small way.
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