10/31/08

I'm driving home from class today, and my chest tightened up. At first I thought it was one of my many spasms, but then I couldn't breathe. My chest got tighter, my lungs got emptier, and for a moment I thought I was going to black out. Then out of nowhere a burst of cold air hit my lungs and I felt fine again.My heart hates me.

10/30/08

I voted today. For one of the first times in my life, I feel like my voice is making a difference. It's incredibly fulfilling.

10/23/08

I went to see the Leweys last night. It's weird being in that house without Bryant there. They seem to be holding up okay for now. Tori has moved into his room, but has left everything the same except for the sheets. Hannah seems to not really be affected. However, she is ten and could very well not care.
I feel for Jill though. Her son is a Marine Recruit and won't be home until mid-late January. Then he gets to stay home for ten days before leaving for infantry training. Then there is Mitch, who currently lives in Iraq more than he does in the States. Thankfully he's not a soldier, but there is always ever present danger. Jill has to be the strongest woman I know.
I should go over there more often, keep checks on them.

10/21/08

I bought two books yesterday. It's been a while since I've read something really captivating, so I made a trip to Walden books and purchased Kevin Smith's autobiography, My Boring Ass Life and Al Franken's follow up book, The Truth, with Jokes. I've only made it to chapter three of Franken's book, but it is shaping up to be a great read.

In other news, Trent lost his first tooth yesterday. He's already questioning the concept of a tooth fairy, but he was happy to wake up with $2 more than he fell asleep with. I've never been good with pricing body parts, but I think if you lose a molar, you should get at least $5.

10/19/08

Today after work, I stopped at the BP where I usually get my candy bar and energy drink every day. After I got out of the car, I was stopped by a man who was down on his luck. His hands were cold, his face weathered, and his eyes hungry. He was rail thin, and I could tell that he hadn't eaten in days. He started to offer me a phone and headset, but I interrupted him and asked if he wanted to get something to eat. We walked to the Wendy's next door and I paid for his food. We sat and talked about life, he told me about the shelter he was trying to get into. They drug test, and if he stays clean for three more days, he has a bed there. I gave him an undershirt I had in my back seat. It's not much, but it's an extra layer.
Before I left he hugged me and told me,"God's going to bless you young man."
"He already has," I replied. "You're turn is next."
We never exchanged names.