andrew, you had better read it all the way to the end...or just read to the end.
quistis,
how beautiful is this story...i hope steve b doesnt mind if i share his story, but it was too beautiful...i'm still smiling from reading it:
Recently I found a hummingbird caught in the kitchen of the school where I teach. It was beating its wings against a high, sealed window, unable to escape alone. Even though it was trapped the bird's movements were beautiful, and in its desperation there was a rare grace coupled with strong will to live.
I ran to grab a young girl named Lucy who had been preoccupied with nightmares that she had had the night before. Lucy, I have noticed, flits around the school similar to a hummingbird, curious, buzzing with energy and fully alive. When she saw the bird her eyes widened and she announced that she loved it, I smiled down from the ladder and saw in her eyes that she was telling the truth. We gently caught the bird in a sheet and Lucy held onto it as we walked outside. The wise girl was afraid that we had killed the bird because it wasn't trying to fly anymore. She looked at me with sad eyes and I reassured her that the bird was able to rest finally, knowing it was safe.
When Lucy opened the sheet the hummingbird flew out quickly, turned to
investigate Lucy, then rose above the school.
Everyday I feel blessed and inspired to be surrounded by people who help set beautiful children, trapped by illness, disability and circumstance, free to fly. This is an organization that believes that all children have the right to soar, to laugh and to marvel at the beauty of life. There is no great truth behind Camp Footprints.
Lucy was glowing for the rest of the week. Over and over she told the story to her classmates each time sharing the joy of her experience with them.
The gift of wings that we strive to give to others changes our lives as well, and as we share the experience with people who are close to us a magical momentum builds. Thank you for believing in that magic, thank you for believing in the life uncommon.
Steve B not to be confused with Master Jack or Jason... Much love
...and i am blessed enough to be with a group of people like steve b in a few weeks. God is great.
tim.
ps...i think i'll add in a story about andrew.
so this one time 1st year...there was this guy named andrew who i did not know all that much. i just knew he was a humanities major (haha that went well for awhile, huh dre?), and that he played counterstrike (even though he just started playing it that year)...anyway, i never knew how fun counterstrike was until i went over to his room at like 3 or 4am...for those that didn't know, i never slept first year...and thus i'd usually walk around bahia's living room with the tv on...many a time it was jay leno from 3-4 or playing final fantasy x from 2-7am...hahaha...but anyway, i turned off the tv, and joe had his music on, so i decided to go on in and see what was up. they were both playing cs...so i watched from dre's bed and he was like...you want a round? and i was like..."errr...iono how to play this ridiculously cool looking game, but sure." i think i stayed in his room for awhile...joe had gone to bed, and i was just playin cs and talkin w/ dre about cs. it was totally fun and void of anything that had to do w/ school, and i think that's what got me hooked to that cursed game (no chris, it wasn't when you let me play in your room...b/c you were being a dick about it! ;D). anyway that's my first real memory of dre (well joe was there too...but oh well, he doesn't really count, now does he?)...other than the albertson's adventure.
how beautiful is this story...i hope steve b doesnt mind if i share his story, but it was too beautiful...i'm still smiling from reading it:
Recently I found a hummingbird caught in the kitchen of the school where I teach. It was beating its wings against a high, sealed window, unable to escape alone. Even though it was trapped the bird's movements were beautiful, and in its desperation there was a rare grace coupled with strong will to live.
I ran to grab a young girl named Lucy who had been preoccupied with nightmares that she had had the night before. Lucy, I have noticed, flits around the school similar to a hummingbird, curious, buzzing with energy and fully alive. When she saw the bird her eyes widened and she announced that she loved it, I smiled down from the ladder and saw in her eyes that she was telling the truth. We gently caught the bird in a sheet and Lucy held onto it as we walked outside. The wise girl was afraid that we had killed the bird because it wasn't trying to fly anymore. She looked at me with sad eyes and I reassured her that the bird was able to rest finally, knowing it was safe.
When Lucy opened the sheet the hummingbird flew out quickly, turned to
investigate Lucy, then rose above the school.
Everyday I feel blessed and inspired to be surrounded by people who help set beautiful children, trapped by illness, disability and circumstance, free to fly. This is an organization that believes that all children have the right to soar, to laugh and to marvel at the beauty of life. There is no great truth behind Camp Footprints.
Lucy was glowing for the rest of the week. Over and over she told the story to her classmates each time sharing the joy of her experience with them.
The gift of wings that we strive to give to others changes our lives as well, and as we share the experience with people who are close to us a magical momentum builds. Thank you for believing in that magic, thank you for believing in the life uncommon.
Steve B not to be confused with Master Jack or Jason... Much love
...and i am blessed enough to be with a group of people like steve b in a few weeks. God is great.
tim.
ps...i think i'll add in a story about andrew.
so this one time 1st year...there was this guy named andrew who i did not know all that much. i just knew he was a humanities major (haha that went well for awhile, huh dre?), and that he played counterstrike (even though he just started playing it that year)...anyway, i never knew how fun counterstrike was until i went over to his room at like 3 or 4am...for those that didn't know, i never slept first year...and thus i'd usually walk around bahia's living room with the tv on...many a time it was jay leno from 3-4 or playing final fantasy x from 2-7am...hahaha...but anyway, i turned off the tv, and joe had his music on, so i decided to go on in and see what was up. they were both playing cs...so i watched from dre's bed and he was like...you want a round? and i was like..."errr...iono how to play this ridiculously cool looking game, but sure." i think i stayed in his room for awhile...joe had gone to bed, and i was just playin cs and talkin w/ dre about cs. it was totally fun and void of anything that had to do w/ school, and i think that's what got me hooked to that cursed game (no chris, it wasn't when you let me play in your room...b/c you were being a dick about it! ;D). anyway that's my first real memory of dre (well joe was there too...but oh well, he doesn't really count, now does he?)...other than the albertson's adventure.