Here's How God Reminds You That You're Human, After All

What's your self-image like? I like to think of myself as smart, savvy, tough-but-fair most of the time. (You can think of me as brilliant, sexy, funny, and thin if you want. I won't be offended.) But definitely someone very much in control of her emotions.

Hey, I'm a Libra. I don't have wild mood swings. I take in all the evidence, analyze it, and make a rational decision based on practicality and fairness. Or, as my dad used to say to me "You're like a robot. You can just turn your emotions off like a switch."

That's not true, of course. Something my dad never understood was that people can seem one way outwardly and be the exact opposite inside.

Anyway, one of the things T and I enjoy most about owning our own business is the opportunity we have to actually be part of the community. Now, I don't mean be a part of the community as in joining a social club. I mean, we--as members of the community--recognize our responsibility as part of the community to help ensure the greater good.

Not like that.

A couple of months ago, we started a program with one of our customers who cares for developmentally challenged teenage boys at a home so these boys can come in to play some games.

It was a great time for them and for us. There's a particular happiness someone gets when they win a game the first time. And I have to say, it's just as good if you're just the one watching it. Maybe better.

Anyway, last night was the second time we did this. When they arrived, they presented us with handwritten thank you notes. I should not have read them. I totally destroyed my unfeeling robot self-image.

My poor robot heart malfunctioned for a second. I could feel it swelling up to the point it lodged in my throat. And my eyes--my robot eyes began to leak!

And then, of course, I laughed a little, thinking about what my dad would say about that.