So, this funny thing happened to me this week. I got this text message from a friend that said “You are a fantastic human.” And I laughed. I don’t really put myself in this category of being a fantastic human. At times, I just consider myself human, with No adjectives attached.
So, it made me think? What really makes a fantastic human?
Does being a fantastic human mean you’ve helped saved the world? Does it mean you are an inventor of extraordinary things? Does it mean you’ve done some great worthy act, recognized by millions? I don’t know, in the back of my mind, that’s what I always thought being a fantastic human entailed.
But, then I start thinking about my life, and maybe I’m wrong? Because when I think, who has been there for me? It’s not these obscure people who have changed my world. I’m amazed when I really stopped to think about those humans who traded being selfish to pour into my life.
So, here are some of the humans who have touched my life. I put them all in my “fantastic human” category.
❤️It was my friend that drove five hours, when I was going through the worst hell of my life. She told me I was strong and I could make it. She is a fantastic human.
❤️It’s my Mom And Dad, who came to my house to do a simple repair of a leaking toilet, only to find that it had ruined my sub flooring, and it turned into this big bathroom remodel. Yes, they are fantastic humans.
❤️It’s my friend who came without prompting,after I had a fire, and ended up with smoke inhalation, to sit with me in the hospital, all night long. He has been there for me so many times, just steadfast and caring. Again, he is a fantastic human.
❤️It’s a group of my closet friends, who have stuck by my side thru everything, and made me feel like a good mom, even when my entire world was crumbling. They made me laugh, even when I’ve had tears. These girls, they are all fantastic humans.
❤️Then, my church, full of grace, who welcomed me in. I thought I was really done with the holier-than-thou churches, but they loved me. All of those people are fantastic, incredible people.
So, my entire life I’ve had this misconception what an extraordinary, fantastic human should look like. These people who invested in me will never get a Pulitzer Prize or a trophy for being there for me. But, when it’s all said and done, they are fantastic humans. They took the time to care about me and that’s pretty fantastic in my book.
A woman who chose joy 