Who am I

Most of us do not think of ourselves as bad people and we aren't, but neither are we usually quite as good as we think we are either.

Little caches of ego balm are produced and distributed in nearly any group of like minded people.

A little dab will do you! It doesn't take much to make fitting in less painful. The pain comes when we remove the rose colored glasses and see the truth of our being.

Christians who love comfort more than Christ. Political people who love the pomp and circumstance just a bit more than their constituents. Teachers who walk a thin line between the school board and reality. Doctors and nurses who go to work and forget it's not just a job. There are as many reasons as there are people for fooling ourselves.

And while it's not really okay, we need the ego balm to get us over a temporary hump. Only when we subscribe for automatic delivery is there real cause for concern, because like any addiction, it feels so good to be GOOD that we begin walking over our responsibilities instead of through them.

And then we only know what we are -- not who.