I have not been around here as much of late. I have not really up to it, writing at length.
Tomorrow, I am going to feel even less like writing.
Two years ago tomorrow, thishappened.
One year ago, on the first anniversary, this was all I could say about the day.
Was talking to a friend the other day. He told me how the nice guys always finish last while the schemers, the manipulators and the con artists always seem to make it on top.
My friend had a point of sorts, at least.
Two years ago tomorrow, Amber Rayne died.
Amber Rayne was one of the best human beings this universe has ever known. If you look about her, about her life, and if you are one of these people who thinks 2017-2018 is the Year Zero, you will doubtlessly agree. It does not matter. Amber Rayne died before it was known that Trump was the nominee, much less the President. Amber Rayne was one of those extremely rare people who are so kind and wonderful that they stand out on their own, and they do not need a polar opposite foil to look good by comparison.
My life is worse now than it was when it had Amber Rayne in it. I never met her in person. We only ever spoke through social media. But when we did, she went out of her way to be kind, to me, just one schmuck among all the other schmucks on social media. Never a harsh word. Always a kind response.
It is these people who go out of their way to be kind when they have nothing at all to gain from being kind who are the reason that the entirety of humanity is not some colossal mistake, some incredible oversight. There are not a lot of people like that.
There not a lot of people like Amber Rayne.
It still hurts to think, much less say, "Amber Rayne died." It makes no sense. She was one of the best people.
Maybe there is something to be learned from this, from the example that Amber Rayne showed us. Maybe that something to be learned is that there is still place in this vale of tears for acts of kindness coming out of nowhere and done in no expectation of reciprocity.