Good People

It has been some time since I've posted. And that's because I've been incredibly busy the past couple of months trying to open an English Language school here in Kharkov. It has been rewarding, frustrating, and educational.

The thing that strikes me most is how similar people are everywhere: They are happy to help when it is theoretical. They are happy to help when it isn't actually required. But when push comes to shove, as they say, you are alone to scrape the ugly green wallpaper off the walls, to find your clients, to fund your school. I expected nothing more. I do come from America, after all, the land of self-preservation and primacy of personal interests.

But I do admit to hoping for a bit more, now and then. Scratch the heart of a cynic, they say, and you'll find an idealist...that's me to a tee. Ah, well.... I am still surviving, still struggling, still trying to make something happen. But it can't last forever. If this doesn't work, I don't know what I'll do next.

I desperately want to believe that people are good in their hearts. It is just that times like these try my faith....