Las dos mas importantes cosas
The two most important things I came to realize on Thursday. Then I was too tired to write Thursday and someone else did and really freaked me out with the similarities I found. *shiver* Basically, they may not be the two most important things ever, but I do feel that they were rather important realizations.
The first came on the bus. who does that? well, I do. So we're riding on the bus through one of the worse parts of Buffalo, and I'm just looking at all these crazy kids running around, and these people just sitting on their front steps, staring blankly-and it hits me that some of these people have no choice. Their parents brought them into this cycle, and often, even if they have the mental capacity to get out, there is no financial means there. That is so sad. I am increddddddddddibly fortunate to have everything I do, particularly my talents and my resources. Face it, some of these kids, no matter how you try to motivate them externally, will never have the home life to support their actions. And it's NOT their fault. How is that fair? Quite simply, it's not. It really isn't. Makes you want to jump off the bus and bring one of the kids home with you. Or maybe that's just me.
Second thought came as I had post-dinner discussion with Pops on Thursday. It was really sad. Just one of those times where you sit there and cry without even trying. It just comes to you. Hard to explain. But he kept explaining how he was so GRATEFUL to be able to wake up and see the sun, so THANKFUL that he saw spring come again..even though he knows his time is limited-he's so appreciative. and it just hit me-again-that if everyone was grateful...and appreciated,(I'm not going to give the whole spiel of the world would be a better place..) but. the world would be happier. and maybe then, we can look outside ourself to try and fix the first idea. no? I don't know, two sobering, reflective thoughts...but good realizations.
I am muy cansada. muy. muy. Haha, but I had fun tonight out with Greg and Amanda. Honestly, that girl is a huge sweetheart. and I hope Greg realizes that. Thank you everyone....
If only love were flammable, I'd set this world afire.
The first came on the bus. who does that? well, I do. So we're riding on the bus through one of the worse parts of Buffalo, and I'm just looking at all these crazy kids running around, and these people just sitting on their front steps, staring blankly-and it hits me that some of these people have no choice. Their parents brought them into this cycle, and often, even if they have the mental capacity to get out, there is no financial means there. That is so sad. I am increddddddddddibly fortunate to have everything I do, particularly my talents and my resources. Face it, some of these kids, no matter how you try to motivate them externally, will never have the home life to support their actions. And it's NOT their fault. How is that fair? Quite simply, it's not. It really isn't. Makes you want to jump off the bus and bring one of the kids home with you. Or maybe that's just me.
Second thought came as I had post-dinner discussion with Pops on Thursday. It was really sad. Just one of those times where you sit there and cry without even trying. It just comes to you. Hard to explain. But he kept explaining how he was so GRATEFUL to be able to wake up and see the sun, so THANKFUL that he saw spring come again..even though he knows his time is limited-he's so appreciative. and it just hit me-again-that if everyone was grateful...and appreciated,(I'm not going to give the whole spiel of the world would be a better place..) but. the world would be happier. and maybe then, we can look outside ourself to try and fix the first idea. no? I don't know, two sobering, reflective thoughts...but good realizations.
I am muy cansada. muy. muy. Haha, but I had fun tonight out with Greg and Amanda. Honestly, that girl is a huge sweetheart. and I hope Greg realizes that. Thank you everyone....
If only love were flammable, I'd set this world afire.