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11 37 pm est Joe is one of those genuinely good human beings -- ultra polite and considerate. He looked so sharp in his uniform (though he delightfully complained that he had been mistaken the night before for a bellhop, doorman, and usher). He allowed me to continue my stream of questioning which I had begun when I first met him this past weekend. My wonder about his lifestyle was matched by his about mine. We exchanged queries, and I had to compliment him that he took advantage of his excursion by breaking the normal West Point habits of quick food consumption and rigid posture. My West Point Cadet has what my mother would call a zest for life. He has an excitement that I share, which gives some people the aura of being young (as in immature), but which Joe carried as a beaconing smile. I was trying to indentify what quality(s) a person possess that identify them as a good person. My West Point Cadet is one, and Ashley is another. These are two people that I could identify as good in five minutes (and I've never even met Ashley face to face [he is one of my two current net friends, along with Basil]. I wish I could know what goodness indicator they exude. |
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