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I'm back from Orcas, that one camp where I hang out with a little kid for a week and hopefully change his life a little. I was paired with a sweet little chubby Mexican boy named Juan who really didn't like much of anything most of the time. He was bored often, and usually cold or tired, and he didn't like any of the other kids, probably results of not being let out of the house much. It was difficult to get him excited about anything, even the Zoo, the Pacific Science Center, or the Space Needle. He did like me, though, and by the last day was hugging me every five minutes and telling me he was going to miss me so much.
This year, the stories of the boys at camp were horrific. I can't stop thinking about what these boys are going through at such a young, vulnerable age.
Michael's leaving for his tour very very soon. I'm angry, disheartened, and miserable. I almost wish I'd stayed home last week so I could have seen him.
This year, the stories of the boys at camp were horrific. I can't stop thinking about what these boys are going through at such a young, vulnerable age.
Michael's leaving for his tour very very soon. I'm angry, disheartened, and miserable. I almost wish I'd stayed home last week so I could have seen him.