Changing the World, One Neighborhood at a Time.

I just got back yesterday from southern Indiana where a nasty torndo hit not to long ago. The mess was awful. House blown right off their foundations, trees uprooted and random things caught in trees. We spent the morning at a cemetary. The grave yard its self was untouched, but the forrest round it was destroyed. You should know that pulling metal barn siding out of fallen tree branches is not as easy as it sounds. I recieved a very nice, very deep souvenir from one such peice. In the afternoon, we went to a house that belonged to an older lady named Sandy. Her barn was completly gone and her house was damaged but still standing. We helped her go through her saved things and decide what would still be useful to her. One of the men with us is named Trevor. He became our brother in Christ saterday and was babtised in the creek. It was an amazing day and everyone was overjoyed to welcome him into our family. This weekend was one small step towards changing the world.

Florida

I got back from my training last week and, it was amazing! I suppose to most it would be boring. Because they simply talked to us for the day. But it was the things they talked about that kept me wanting to hear more. They talked about the history of Rafiki and how a woman by the name of Rosemary, her husband and their two year daughter lived in africa for about eight years before coming up with the idea of this foundation. She is 82 years old and still moving around like an 18 year old. It was amazing and i decided to be like her when I reach 82. They talked about why we should and should not go on these trips. Reason number one why not to go, it is not a vacation. Apparently some people go on these trips with the impression that it is a vacation. But it is work that has to be done, and that is why we go. I'll write more as more happens.

Hunger Games

My Sister and I have been very excited about the new Hunger games movie and were talking about it when she made a comment I found intresting. She said that blood was gross. I thought about it and decided that I dont agree. Blood is not gross, but sad. When there is blood, it means there's an injury or death. Both of which, are quite sad. On the other hand, blood is also good to. It is one of the things that helps keep us alive and saves lives. So you see, it is not gross, but sad and good.

The most terrifying thing I have ever done is coming very rapidly and there is no way to stop it, or slow it down. It is coming whether I, or others like me, want it or not. As you all have probally guessed, this unknown and unmarked territory is also known as..........Graduation. Yes, I'm afriad it's true. One semester left, and we seniors will offically be entering adult society. We will be going forth to influence our world in any way we can. Yes........I'm scared too.

Happy, happy, Joy, joy!!!

So a few sundays ago, my pastor talked about joy and tried to describe it. He did a good job, but it all really sunk in for me tonight while my family and I were in Chicago with my uncle. Abbey was dancing around, singing at the top of her lungs about wanting a hippo for christmas. Yes, people stared, no, she didn't care. And it was the most joyful thing I ever saw!

The city

I was coming home from Aquire the fire last night, and I noticed something odd about the scene around me. We were driving through Chicago, and I was watching the cars and the lights, and I saw an eerie beauty in it all. Almost everything was man made, but someone had to imagine it. Someone had to decide how it would work. How the streets would come together, how the buildings would stand. How the lights would look and everything else like wise.

I was just watching Bambi and I was at the part when the forest is on fire. The only people hurting the forest in that movie is the men. That movie should be made into a forest fire comercial. Lets take care of our Forests folks!