Rosies

You know those people who can see you better than others can?

The people who may even see you better than you see yourself?

The kind that have this superpower x-ray vision into your soul.

The kind that, when they look into your soul, say,

"Hey, you've got something great going there..."

and when you don't see what they see, say,

"Don't give up. All you need is a little more time,

a little more practice, a little more elbow grease.

You've got what it takes to make your dreams fly."

The kind of people who give you high-fives along the rocky road.

The kind that play victory music for you to dance to

when you do something right for once.

The kind that don't let effort go unnoticed.

That kind that catch your crumpled papers,

spread them out on the table before you

and with some sort of magical encouragement

turn their "no's" into "what if's".

Do you know the kind of people I'm talking about?

For the purpose of this post I'll call them
"Rosies"

Those kind of people rock.

There are plenty of critics and pessimists in the world,

Plenty of "you can't's" and "don't try's".

We can credit our thick skin to those guys, sure,

but I don't care how thick your skin is - 

strong as armadillo armor or fragile as a dry leaf -

can't we all use a little thumbs up every once in a while?

That's why I say,

thank heavens for our Rosies.