good moment

Yesterday started my new class R.A.C.E. dialogues. There are about a dozen of us. I stayed present, I was quiet and an active listener. I enjoyed being in the room with the group, and one of the facilitators was a woman I met years ago. She was stranded at the gas station and I gave her a ride home. She remembered, and then after some prodding I did too. That was a good moment. I have talked about how I feel a need to explain who I am to folks, because this place is not my original home, this is not a place where my reputation enters the room before I do. But last night for that moment someone in the room knew me as a kind person. Felt good.