Elizabeth Vega told me this story while we waited for the convocation to start yesterday. I have hopes that it helps me grow as a person and accomplish my goal of graduating.

It is the story in six parts.

One day a woman walked down an alley and went down a flight of steps and fell in a hole. She got hurt. Fortunately some good people found her and helped her get out. The next day the woman walked down the alley and went down a flight of steps and fell in a hole. She got hurt. Again the people found her and helped her get out. The third day the woman walked down the alley and went down the steps and she jumped into the hole. She got hurt. Again the people found her and helped her get out. The next day the woman walked down the alley and went down the steps and she saw the hole and she went around the hole and was ok. Somehow that was six parts when Vega said it!

I also was talking to my Algebra teacher who emphasized that my repeated mistakes are just like a person with diabetes who has low blood sugar again and again. Blame is not worth directing.

Last night I was so worried because I was so aware of how my actions can be a pain in the butt for others. People keep helping me when I am hurt. Wonderful, faithful people who believe in me. They either have hope that I will someday learn from my mistakes or they do not view my behavior as mistakes and they love me for other reasons.

It is good to have support.