Monday, January 21, 2008

Max


Mark's dad called today. They had to put my buddy Max to sleep. He had been up and down for awhile now. I guess I should have seen it coming, right? Of course not. I cried. Not for a long time, but in one short burst of emotion. It was as if a dam had been broken, my tears didn't have any other choice but to fall.

My bond with Max started mainly because I tend to side with the underdog. He shared a home with a younger, rambunctious, yellow lab named Rockie. Max definitely was the "underdog". I would play the protector and stand in between the two dogs whenever I felt danger was eminent. Danger equals Rockie's tail and/or body. I probably would have built a shield to protect him if I could have.

I related to Max because I know what it's like to be the little guy. The one that isn't quite as strong as everyone else. The one that has to rely on humor and silly antics to get noticed. Do I sound like a crazy? Comparing myself to a dog? Perhaps. But...


I think losing something or someone close to you would make just about anyone a little crazy.

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Politics

Mike Huckabee.
He's my choice for today.
I have the right to change my mind tomorrow.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Simply Amazing

Everything happens for a reason. So overdone. Yet so true.

Met Chad yesterday, officially. Last semester, while talking to some chem buddies in the hallway, some strange guy decided to interject his two cents in our conversation. Not rude, but just strange. I remember wondering if he was slow, he talked louder than necessary, and was a little difficult to understand. The exchange lasted a total of five minutes, if that.

Fast foward to yesterday. While sitting in the hall waiting for class to begin, this same strange guy from last semester approached me and said he remembered talking to me back then. After chatting for fifteen minutes with him, I was beyond inspired.

When he was a senior in high school he suffered a major brain injury after crashing his four wheeler. He wasn't wearing a helmet. After coming out of his coma and intense therapy, he ended up graduating with his senior classmates. He attended CVTC and received an associates degree, got a job that he wasn't passionate about, and now is back in school for the PTA program. Simply amazing. I can't even begin to imagine what he had to endure to get to where he is now.
When caught up in the whirlwhind of stress, I plan on thinking of Chad and all that he has overcome.

I do believe that I met Chad for a reason.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Generic, first blog.

First blog. I needed a place to write my thoughts, hoping this is more cathartic than anything. Second semester of school started, oh joy. It's ironic how I avoided science classes in high school and now science is pretty much my major. To say this ride is a challenge, is an understatement.
I plan to write more blogs when I become more "settled" in the blog world. Farewell for now.