This is a story of a man who I barely knew but was the one who taught me what happiness truly was.  His name was Jim Reising, he wasn’t the brightest man, but he had a heck of a personality.  He was 5 feet 3 inches when I met him.  Also, he had short gray hair parted to the right.  Always wearing his brown leather jacket, which had “We Are Who We Are”, stitched on the back with tan cursive letters.  Wearing his beige cargo pants and his black dress shoes.

It all started one afternoon, when Jim was sitting on his porch in his squeaky wooden rocking chair.  He was reading his Sunday paper, like he always does, when he noticed a troubled little boy walking along the side of the road kicking a can around.  Curiously, he called out to the boy wondering what was bothering him.  At first, this boy was startled and panicking and not knowing whether to run away or not.  This boy slowly moved closer to respond.  Jim asked this boy what was bothering him and wanted to know if he could help.  At first, the boy refused to tell Jim what was wrong and left.  The next week, the boy came up to Jim and said that he was confused and was constantly getting bullied at school.  He told Jim his plan on how he was going to deal with this.  Revenge was running through his mind and said that was the only thing that would make him happy.  Seeing all those boys who bullied him suffer was what he that the cure was.  That boy thought the suffering of others was happiness. (more…)