Paul is constantly amazing me lately with his continuing quest to be a 'good person'. We're both trying really hard to not be envious of other people but instead to focus on the joy we are able to experience from each other (and the puppies). Paul often tells me 'you're so damn good', but mostly I think that he is a lot more successful at 'goodness' than I am. Last week he called me from work and told me that one of his co-workers had been in a severe accident on his way to work; he broke his neck and many other bones. This man and his wife had just had a baby two weeks before, so you can imagine the emotional and financial burden on their little family. Paul asked if we could afford to help them out with a bit of money from each paycheck. I told him that although I felt just terrible we really couldn't. So, he thought for a bit and then said, 'what if I really follow through this time and stop going out for lunches. Would you be willing to make me a lunch every day and then we could donate a bit of money?' How could I resist this? What a great and amazing thing for my Paul to do. My selfishness made me want to look out for us first and his generosity made him look for and find a way for us to help. He really is a good man.