a real hero

If you fly from above,
If you run from afar,
If you swoop in from nowhere,
Or drive invisible cars,

If you leap buildings,
In only one bound,
If you have super fast legs,
Or ears like a hound,

If you come from mars,
Or far distant lands,
Can you really save us,
Is it really in your hands?

Can anyone help us?
No matter their height,
No matter their power,
In the dead of the night?

Not any heroes,
No, not our idols,
We patiently wait for them,
Stagnant and idle,

We sit still in our chairs,
As hell rages around us,
Sipping our sweet tea,
And not making a fuss,

Hoping others will come,
Clad in bright tights,
To save our poor neighbors,
From their horrible plights,

We see those in need,
The dirty, the poor,
We see where they sleep,
In the shelter of a door,

They eat what they can,
They sleep on the street,
We speed by them quickly,
Without even a peep,

We shy from their touch,
Swiftly dropping them change,
Wondering if humans,
Can also catch mange,

We stick up our noses,
Look to the sky,
Wash clean our hands,
Pretend to be shy,
Clean our nice suits,
For the thirtieth time,
And look on them with hate,
As if standing were crime,

“Lets send them a check”,
We all claim we say,
Whatever’s left over,
At the end of the day,

No, I do not belittle you,
Continue to give,
Just once in awhile,
Come see where they live,

Come and touch it,
Come feel and taste,
Yes see what they do,
See they are not a waste,

Get your hands dirty,
Leave home your briefcase,
Come and see this problem,
Look it full in the face,

“I’m waiting for others”,
Don’t you dare say,
The only change that can happen,
Can happen today,

It takes one to start a fight,
To start a band, or a club,
So lets have just one,
Who will step up in love.

The Final Hours Of Elijah

II Kings 2:9-11

And it came to pass, when they were gone over, that Elijah said unto Elisha, Ask what I shall do for thee, before I be taken away from thee. And Elisha said, I pray thee, let a double portion of thy spirit be upon me.

And he said, Thou hast asked a hard thing: nevertheless, if thou see me when I am taken from thee, it shall be so unto thee; but if not, it shall not be so.

And it came to pass, as they still went on, and talked, that behold, there appeared a chariot of fire, and horses of fire, and parted them both asunder; and Elijah went up by a whirlwind into heaven.


They had just crossed the Jordan river. Normally, it would take quite awhile to traverse the dark waters, but not today. No, today Elijah and Elisha needed to cross. And when they needed to cross, no one stood in their way. Not even the water.
Elisha was walking across on land- dry land, for that matter- and had not even realized what had been done. This bothered him as he walked beside his old friend, speaking of the beauty of this part of the land, and what an amazing job God had done. They spoke of the birds, the beautiful flowers, the small streams and the large trees. But all the while, Elisha was thinking on something else.
It had just occurred to him how apathetic he had become towards God. He walked with Elijah everywhere and had seen more miracles performed than any other man. He had seen the bond that Elijah and the Lord shared. He had seen all this, and had been a part of it for a very long time. Perhaps that was why. Perhaps he had been with Elijah too long. Been told of the Lord, and shown miracles a bit too much.
But what was he to do? Elijah was on his way to meet Him- God, the very Lord of the earth Himself- and Elisha was worried he would not return from the meeting. Twice, he had almost said something. Twice, he had almost called out, “Elijah, I need you! I am weak!”
Twice, he had almost begged God to keep Elijah with him. But he said nothing. He did not tell Elijah of his feelings, nor of his apathy. He just walked alongside this man of God, his mentor, his teacher, his dearest friend, and spoke of the weather.
“Are you alright?”
The question was sudden, coming in the middle of a sentence about cloud formations, and loud. It seemed as if the valley, the entire city, were waiting on Elisha’s reply. Waiting to see if he would speak his heart, or if he would follow his friend in silence, his questions unanswered, his heart at war.
“I am fine” he replied in a small, wavering voice.
Elijah looked at him sternly, and Elisha though for sure he would see through the weak disguise he had put on. But then, his features softened, and he continued the story of the clouds. Elisha cursed himself, he had thrown out the opportunity.
“You know,” Elijah began again, “ ask what you will of me. Before the Lord has taken me up. Ask anything.”
There is was again. Elisha was visibly distraught now, and Elijah could see the agony in his face. “I pray…” his voice was hard and scratchy, as if he had never drunk a glass of water. He cleared his dry and dusty throat and continued. “I pray, bless me with a double portion of the spirit that the Lord has given you.” He cut off the sentence quickly, and looked at the ground like a misbehaved child, knowing he had crossed the line.
It was now Elijah’s turn to look uncertain. His brow furrowed in thought, his forehead wrinkling all the way down to his eyes. “You…you have asked a hard thing of me. But, nevertheless, if you see when the Lord takes me from you, it shall be as you requested.” What was this? Had Elijah accepted his outlandish proposal? Elisha slowly raised his head, and looked into Elijah’s dark brown eyes. Elijah smiled, only slightly, for no one had seen him do more than that, but oh, how his eyes seemed to rejoice in what Elisha had said! And then, he stepped forward and embraced him. Elijah wrapped his large, work worn arms around Elisha, and hugged him close. And at that moment, wrapped in a tight hug with his closest friend, having asked the only question he had to ask, Elisha knew that this was why he was in this place, at this time. The Lord had made him for this purpose- to follow this man, learn from him, and then one day, take over his position. To tell the world of God’s love, to never give up, to perform miracles, and to show them the way to God. They slowly pulled apart, both smiling. Or, as close to a full smile as Elijah could manage.
“You will do a wonderful job, Elisha. I know you will.”
As they walked further down the valley, they no longer spoke of the scenery, or the weather. They spoke of God, of man, and what Elisha must do to connect the two. Then, just as they waded through a small stream, as suddenly as the question had occurred earlier, Elijah looked into the sky. He turned his face towards the sun, eyes widened, with his mouth partially open. Slowly, he raised first one arm, and then the other toward the sun, and stared full on at it. Elisha blinked away tears as he too stared at the sun.
“Why do you stare at the sun, Elijah?” he asked, laying a hand on his shoulder and turning away from the light.
“I look not on the sun Elisha, I look on the Son!” he shouted the last part, his deep voice echoing across the valley. And as the final echoes died away, and Elisha again tried to look up, he saw a flaming chariot burst, as it were, from the sun. it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen, and he would take that image with him to the grave. The chariot was manned by no one, and it was just as well, for the entire contraption, even the horses, were of white flames, so hot Elisha could feel their heat, even here on the ground. Elijah’s eyes widened even more, and his mouth opened in a silent shout of praise. Elisha saw an amazing spectacle- the chariot of the Lord himself. But Elijah- Elijah saw eternity. Elijah saw what he had accomplished, what he had failed, what he had done for the Lord and what he had shunned. Elijah saw all of eternity, and saw himself next to his Maker, his Lover, his one true God, forever and ever. Elijah saw his Lord.
Elisha shielded his eyes in his arm, tears streaming down his face, and kneeled to the ground next to his friend. He cried out, over the sound of flames, over the sound of the horses, over the sound of the Lord’s very presence, “My father! My father!, the chariot! The chariot of Israel has come!”
A terrible wind began to blow, howling and adding to the sounds now covering the valley, and echoing in every direction. It howled, and beat upon Elisha, battering him to and fro as if he were nothing but a splinter adrift at sea. He was tossed about, and wondered what was to become of him. And then, as suddenly as all of this had occurred, it stopped. The heat, the wind, all of the noise was gone. Elisha then looked up to the place where his lifelong comrade had stood, and saw nothing. The mantle of Elijah was upon him now. He had been taught everything there was to learn, and now must go and tell others the same. He must continue Elijah’s ministry, and now, at long last he was ready.

Of mice and men

But Mouse, you are not alone,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes of mice and men
Go often askew,
And leaves us nothing but grief and pain,
For promised joy!

Still you are blest, compared with me!
The present only touches you:
But oh! I backward cast my eye,
On prospects dreary!
And forward, though I cannot see,
I guess and fear!

Wow

God is God. No other word can describe Him without degrading Him. Think about it. Just stop for 2 minutes, and think, "wow. God is God" Think how big, how immense, how powerful, how wonderful, how GOD He is. Really think about it.

Food for thought. (No pun itntended)

God is kind of like a chef. He stands in heaven, and every day makes us a wonderful meal that we need. Sometimes He makes us vegetable soup. A meal of things that are going to make us healthier. Sometimes He makes us ice cream, cake, and one of those foreign éclair things. A meal that will make us happier. But no matter what, He always makes us what we need when we need it.


But, being stubborn humans, we don’t always eat what He gives us. Maybe one day He’ll give us a huge steak. A steak so large and juicy, we thank Him all day for it. And not just steak, but He gives us some mashed potatoes, with gravy, and a nice warm roll to go with it. And then, He gives us a carrot. Not a cooked, sugary, warm carrot. Nope. Just a straight up, cold, little, brownish colored carrot. And although we just got done eating the largest steak known to man, and a small mountain of potatoes smothered in gravy, and a roll that would put the Pillsbury dough boy to shame, we still don’t eat the carrot. Its not a large carrot. Its actually quite small. Seemingly insignificant. In fact, if you took the carrot, and wrapped it up in your napkin, I bet no one would notice. I mean, its small, it tastes funny, its probably been laying in the bottom of the produce drawer in your fridge for so long that it has a winter coat. If we just toss it in the garbage, we’ll be ok. Hey, maybe we can offer to eat another roll instead? Yeah, eat some more steak, and throw out the carrot. I mean, the steak tastes good, and there’s more of that, and then your conscience will be appeased. You won’t feel bad that you threw out the carrot. The one thing that was a little hard to swallow(no pun intended). The one, only, slightly difficult thing that you had to do. Just replace it with something bigger and better. No one would notice, in fact, they would applaud you as you shoved the large, juicy, noticeable steak into your mouth. And no one would notice that your carrot was laying desolate in the bottom of the garbage. Well, except for the chef of course. HE would notice that you threw it out. Because, after all, He put it there. For some reason or other, even if you didn’t understand until after you washed your plate and then asked, “what in the world was that for?!” . But I’m sure there was a reason. Probably a pretty decent one too. I mean, its gotta be a good reason if you have to stomach that CARROT, right? Oh well, just have another steak. I’m sure it will compensate for the little carrot that’s in the trash. After all, it’s bigger and better, and people can see when your eating it. I mean, that’s why its there right? That’s why YOU'RE here, right? To eat the steak, right? Right?

Hero

What exactly is a hero? Must they be clad in bright colored spandex, and jump from the rooftops of New York? Must they wear camo, and carry four different kinds of guns, running through the deep jungle, lighting up terrorists while calmly smoking a Cuban cigar? Must they be a regular guy who resembles will smith, that happens to find some kind of cure, and save the world from a zombie apocalypse? Or can they be a guy that hands a homeless person five bucks? Can they be a pregnant girl that gives up her baby for adoption, instead of aborting? Can they be the woman that comforts a little kid lost in an amusement park? Can they be a kid that decides to mow his neighbors lawn too? Can they be the guy that stops on the side of the road, to help a stranger change a tire? What exactly is a hero? America, and most of the world, have told us what a hero is. They have created a mould of what a hero should fit in, and then pumped them out like Krispy Kreme, Hot n Ready’s on a conveyer belt. You like sports? Alright, your hero must be tall, strong, fast, and occasionally on steroids. You like movies? Your hero must also be tall, have beautiful hair, get into more than their share of messes, and swear like a sailor. You like music? Then your hero must sing loud, sometimes unintelligible, have a thousand screaming fans, and bang their head like there’s no tomorrow. And the sad part about all of this, is that we’ve gone for it, hook, line, and sinker. Why do we wear the pants we do? Well cause all the famous people are! What about your shirt? Your Shoes? The brand of your underwear? Yes, even subconsciously we do these things. And if you think you are unaffected, don’t lie to yourself. We are slaves to what people may think of us. Now what I am NOT saying, is that we should dress like slobs and say, “I don’t care about your opinions, these nasty clothes are comfortable!” That’s just gross. But think about this the next time your putting on pants that must be ripped off so you can use the bathroom: Imitation is the most sincere form of flattery. Who are you imitating? What hero do you want to be when you grow up? Heroes can be anyone. They can be someone who is there to hug you when you look sad, someone to comfort you when you start crying, and someone to buy you ANOTHER box of tissues when you won’t stop. A hero is someone that comes to rescue, even when it’s inconvenient for them, or for you. A hero is someone who tells you the truth, even when you hate them afterwards for it. A hero is someone that will always be there for you, even when you can’t see them, even when you can’t touch them, they will always be there for you. There to back you up, throw some punches, and then rush you to the hospital. A hero is someone who will take your hand, haul you out of the mud, and then take your picture. A hero is someone who loves you, and will be there for you, no matter the situation, no matter the cost. A hero will always be there to save you.

An Ode

who is the one thats there,
when you need, when you dont,
who is the one that cares,
when you listen, when you wont,
who cares for you at length,
who helps when your in pain,
who listens to you shout,
who helps to give you strength,
who does it not for gain,
who loves you in and out?

Where are we going?

Where are we going? Where, since the creation of the first man, have we been striving to get to? Where have we been searching for, and living for since birth? Where are we truly going?
Are we headed to fame and fortune? Our purpose to become rich and famous, and to be known as a legend throughout the world. To live a life of luxury, to attain as many physical things as possible, so that when we die, it will take our family an entire month to go through our belongings? There are people who do truly believe that he who dies with the most toys wins. All of our lives, we try to better ourselves. To get more money, a better car, name brand clothes. None of these are a sin. Far from it. Of course you will eventually need a better car, of course you need new clothes, and of course you need money. But is that what we were made to shoot for? Or is it something else? Are we made to love those around us perhaps? Are we striving to make our friends and families love us, and appreciate us at any cost? Are we to make sure that everyone loves us, no matter the circumstance? No matter the consequence, at all costs, make sure that they like the way we are, and make sure we fit into what they envision us to be? To fit ourselves into a mold of what they like, and to stay there contentedly for them? Are we made so that we may make all those around us smile at our presence, and appreciate our company, no matter how we must change to obtain that goal? Or is it something else? Are we made to attend church with a smile plastered across our features, greeting our sisters and shaking the hands of our brothers? To sit in our pews, and yell “Amen” every time one of the deacons does? To listen to our pastor, backs held straight, knees crossed above shiny dress shoes, wondering if the sweat on our backs will seep through one of our many suits? To look with disdain upon every teenager who had the gall not to comb his hair, or wear a collared shirt? Is this what we have been born to do? Is this why we run the good race? Is this why we wake up in the morning, and haul ourselves from our beds? Is this why we do not just end it all, take our lives and come face to face with the inevitable? Is this where we are going? If not these places, than where? Where should we charter the map of life? To which land shall we sail, to which destination shall we proceed? And who can know? Who possesses this map of life, to give us direction, to shine light on the dark road so that we may not stumble and lose our way? Who can see the big picture, and guide us? Not a man, for the blind cannot lead the blind. Not our own emotions, or what feels right, for they change as the shifting sands. What can lead us? Who can show us the way?

Change

In life, there are many lessons.
“Don’t throw ball in the house.”
“Don’t eat that!”
“That is not a toy.”
“Yes, that’s what poison ivy looks like.”
“F is not for ‘Fantastic’!”
“That’s why it’s called homework.”
Some lessons better prepare you for the next time something like that happens. Some lessons prevent you from ever doing something that stupid again. And some lessons are there just because they had nothing better to do. But so far, the biggest lesson I have, and will ever have learned, is that everything changes.
Worms turn into beautiful butterflies, families grow larger, lives change, people grow, become wise, make mistakes and learn. Everything is always in a constant state of never-ending change. You can’t stop it. It’s like a zombie hoard that never tires. You can hide on your couch to get away-but you’ll change into a larger person. You can run a thousand miles to get away-but you’ll change into a stronger person. The only thing to do is to accept it as it is, and embrace the fact that your life will never be the same as it is right at this moment. You will never be able to go back, to alter what you said, what you thought, or the choices that you made. As someone once said, “ There’s no time like the present” and although I believe it was originally a mother yelling at her children to clean their rooms, they were right.
I believe that change is good, at least some of it. Good: your job changed, and you got a raise. Bad: your dog changed and ran out in traffic. Life is full of good changes, bad changes, and changes that just leave you wondering what in the world happened. But we as people, creatures of reason, discernment and soul, can affect that change. Just as a sail boat affects the wind around it in order to propel itself, so can we use change to propel ourselves through life. We can choose to let change affect us, and carry us down the never-ending, strong flowing river that we call existence, or we can choose to make like a trout and book it upstream, against all odds, to confront the change, and use it to better ourselves, the ones we love, and everyone around us.
Change can leave us depressed, unwilling to move on, content to sit back and watch as everything around us continues on it’s never-ending cycle, never bothering with even a passing glance. It can leave us in a state of unwillingness to become motivated, to pursue, capture, and then beat the information out of the rest of our lives. We can feel worthless, as if no one cares, as if no one sees the hurt we are in. We can feel that no one notices that we are angry, or depressed, sad, or just frustrated. We can feel that we have been stepped on, bruised and beaten, and left in the dirt, where no one can see us. We can choose to feel this way.
Another famous saying from an equally vague author, “Be the change you wish to see”. If we do not want to feel this way, than we must do something about it. We must realize that change will not wait for us, that we must pursue it, not simply ride it. But we cannot do this alone. We must make choices everyday. Some are easy, “what socks to wear…?” and some are more difficult, “what should I say at my inauguration speech?”. But each question must be answered, and some are too difficult to answer alone. Thankfully, the Lord did not intend for us to do so. He said that He would be there, always with us. Through the hard changes, the easy changes. The difficult ones, and the ones that don’t even matter. It doesn’t matter the occasion, He will always be there, to pick us up, dust us off, set us back down, maybe give us a little sip of water, and then cheer us on as we continue life’s race. He will be there, with something as simple as a pair of socks, or as important as a speech.
In life, where change is constant, God is the one thing that we can count on to stay the same. We will have our ups and downs, and we may waiver in the face of terrible change, but God never will. He will stay the same, day or night. Whether you go to a Christian school, and attend church, or you were just ruled a death sentence for killing eight people. God will never change. He will be there for you, when your down in the dumps, and He’ll be there for you when your singing and dancing. The Lord never changes. Past, present and future. That’s something we should learn to embrace, and when we do, it will make the change a lot easier.

Of History Fairs and Life Lessons

Friday we embarked on a quest for fame, fortune, and the chance to win title of first or second place in the state history fair competition. My brother and I had entered a documentary on the topic of The Gamma Knife procedure, a very fascinating subject if one would take the time to learn about it. Unfortunately the date of the regional history fair was right before the date of a charity 5k race that my club was hosting to raise money to build a church in Southern Sudan. (www.studentsforsudan.org, check it out) Anyways, we had our minds preoccupied on the race, and therefore could not create the best of documentaries. Sam and I went into the history fair expecting the inevitable, and received no less. Out of five we got fourth, and only 1st, 2nd and 3rd were allowed to move on to the State History Fair. After the race was over, we were contacted and told that by default, we had placed 2nd, and were now going to move on to the state competition. Not unlike the charge of the light brigade, we charged into the valley of death with our project that, only by default, had made it to the State. We worked vigorously, interviewing, writing, reading and studying our subject. We had been cheated of our chance to win once, and would not chance it again. After hours of work, we packed our bags and left for Nashville on Friday. We spent the night at my cousins house, and taught her how to make bombs. The next day we went to the senate building, and waited for our turn to present our documentary. After a few hours we walked in, presented it, answered questions and were out in twenty minutes. We waited for a few more hours until the winners that would go to the next round were announced. We scanned the screen diligently, seeking for our name, but it was nowhere to be found. After all that, we did not place. We were not bothered however, because there is always a reason for what happens. Thats why I have a club that helps the people in Sudan, because I lost a history fair contest, and wanted to tell people about the Christians over there. So even though a loss can mean not going on in a contest, or missing out on something, or not seeing someone again, God can use that as leverage to do something great. Like me being able to have enough time to go back home and attend a birthday party:) The party was fun, and I felt like I was going to throw up more than once. We played a strange version of hockey on a tennis court, where I got a large bruise, and made a kid bleed. After that we went inside and tried to find more food and a place to sleep. I, having the kind of luck I do, wound up sleeping on a small sofa where my legs hung off the end. But I rested very well, and long into the morning, because my friends church starts at 10:30. We ate a breakfast of pancakes, and then I went back to sleep. Then I had to get dressed, did so, and went back to sleep. Eventually we had to leave for church, so reluctantly I rose from my comfortable yet small sofa, and got in the car. And here I am, writing my blog so that you may read it.

Natural Disasters In Your Own Backyard

Today I awoke as usual with my mother ripping the blankets from my comfortably warm body, exposing me to the fan-cooled room. In my defense, I tried very hard to get up out of bed. But as you all know, it was very difficult, and proved fruitless. As I lay there, another blanket properly applied, I slowly drifted back into the world of dreams. And then BAM, like a whirlwind there she is, my mother standing over me with the blanket once again in her hand. As she strode from the room, I knew I must now get up. The first two wake-up calls were "nice". The next one would involve a large glass of cold water. So I crept from my bed and went to recline on the couch. Now some of you may wonder how I do this on a school day. Well, for one, my mother is trying to break this habit of mine, and has so far done a splendid job. I used to rise much later. But the reason I can "rest my eyes" for a bit longer is because I am homeschooled. I lay there on the couch for some time, and then finally, for the last time, was risen, commanded to wake up and start my day. So I did just that. Cleaning and history fair work until 11, when I prepared to get hassled by children at my job, as I have previously mentioned. On the way there we passed our neighbor, and elderly lady, holding her hips down watching her fire. This amused us because it brought back funny memories. The last time she burnt garbage, she also trimmed her grass all at once. Now before you say "how terrible that you poke fun at an older woman because her fire got out of hand and could have nearly killed her!" let me tell you the story. Now when "granny" burns trash, she burns TRASH. I don't mean wood, sticks, leaves and grass clippings. I mean all out trash. Bags, cans, old food, she burns it ALL. So anyways, my brother is in the yard playing football, when he sees smoke. Not unlikely in redneck county, but he goes to investigate just the same. So theres the fire pile in all its glory, burning everything but what was on it. In the midst was the elderly woman of whom I spoke, beating the flames as if fanning them would cause them to extinguish. As we all know, this caused them to rise all the more, and it didn't help much that this was mid-summer, during a drought. So Sam runs yelling from the scene, alerting the entire neighborhood of the dilemma. As God would have it, it was a Saturday, and my father and I were out by the pool. Hearing the cries of desperation, we told my mother to call the fire department, and decided to rush over and help. Thoughts of Indiana Jones and James Bond rushed through my mind at we beat repeatedly at the fire with shovels, as it started to consume the trees and bushes. Soon we heard sirens, and in the next few seconds we were working alongside firemen in full uniform while we stood in our swim wear. To create an even greater memory, my little brother rushes out to help wielding a rake. What a rake would do to prevent the fire from spreading is still a mystery to this day. Soon we had our forest fire under control, and were coughing up our lungs. To top it all off, poor Granny was charged a fine. To this day she has not lit a fire without watching it all the way through. Because who wants to pay a fine for burning trash and having your neighbors beat your bushes? Though some of you doubt this is funny, it was one of those moments when you had to be there. Although for all the trouble she gave us some money, and I have always been able to bring that up to top any of my friends vigilante stories. Now that that tale is done, I can finish my day. Anyway, at work I was once again bombarded by dodgeballs, but this time only because the kids had terrible aim at the basketball goal. The children were few and far between today, but I did get to read a great deal of my book. And discover that the CD player does NOT play DVD's, no matter if you DID just burn songs to it. At the end of my shift my mother and sister arrived, and Allison and I practiced our swing dancing routine for the variety show. Not TALENT show, VARIETY show. Because a talent show requires that the performers have talent. Something which all us at the YMCA homeschool program lack. We do look pretty good though, if I do say so myself. After that we drove home, and I got on here to share my adventures with all of you. The end.

Monday.

Monday. The beginning of the task force week. The beginning of the school week. The beginning of the so-much-to-do-yet-so-little-time-in-which-to-do-it week. Mine passed uneventfully enough. I went to work at the YMCA, where I am priviledged to watch small children scamper around and have fun. Most fun of which consists of throwing balls at my head. Then laughing. Then doing it again. A great hit among six year olds. Anywho, I cleaned the inside playground for awhile, continuously thanking God that the kids were potty trained, and after that rushed off to take a drug and alcohol awareness class in order to recieve my drivers liscence. Let me tell you, I learned more about booze in one hour than I've heard in a lifetime. I now know how much gets you loopy, crazy, drunk and dead. Good to know. I guess. But it doesn.t matter, because I passed the quiz, and in two days time will be the proud bearer of a brand new, shiny, plasticy drivers liscence, which will most likely have a terrible picture, leaving me to ponder for the next few years: "Why did I smile like that??"

Hi, I'm New Here....

Ok, I'm new at this. Hi my name is Adam, and I am going to write about my life. To some this would seem a pretty lame subject for a blog. Well, my life is pretty cool sometimes, so I'm going to write about it. Thats all for now.