What's Your Sign?

I married a motorcycle, I mean I married a man who rides motorcycles. He eats, sleeps, breathes, rides, talks about and loves, and I do mean loves motorcycles. And I love him. And I encourage him to ride, because this is a great stress-reliever for him. I tease him that I could not live with him if he didn't ride occasionally. So he has a dirt bike AND a street bike. And I love to ride the street bike with him. As we ride, we pass other motorcyclists. And they have a special wave that almost every motorcyclist uses. They drop their hand toward the ground, and with their arm at a 45 degree angle they signal each other. It's the code, the motorcycle SIGN. And as I said, almost everyone does it, almost everyone. There are several secret organizations that have special handshakes and signs that only they know and use to identify each other.
So I asked myself, what's my sign? I am not in any secret organization with a special handshake or code. With Facebook I have reconnected with many people I haven't seen and talked to in many years. I ask myself what kind of person was I to these people when I knew them years ago. I hope I was nice, kind, not mean or ugly. Did I say something to them that hurt them deeply? And what is my sign now? Am I kind, considerate, gracious, compassionate now? I hope so. And I certainly try to be.
"Therefore, as God's chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience." This is what I want my sign to be.

Blessings,
DartyPartyMom