Thursday, June 01, 2006

countdown begins

I get my first student group Tomorrow. Finally =) !!!

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enough, i know. but yet, here are more...

Pics again. I hope you aren't tired of them yet! There's only so much to post at this time, and I figure photos are always better than nothing to look at! They both center on Big Bear lake- one looking at it and the other on it. That training seems SOOOOO FAR AWAY now that I've been here for 2 weeks.

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Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Story of a cab ride. Lamb, it's another for you.

STORY OF A CAB RIDE

Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a
living. When I arrived at
2:30a.m., the building was dark except for a
single light in a ground floor window.

Under these circumstances, many drivers
would just honk once or twice,
wait a minute, then drive away. But, I had
seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only
means of transportation.Unless a situation smelled of danger, I
always went to the door.

This passenger might be someone who needs my
assistance, I reasoned to myself. So I walked to the door and knocked.
"Just a minute", answered a
frail, elderly voice. I could hear something
being dragged across t he floor

After a long pause, the door opened. A small
woman in her 80's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a
pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase.

The apartment looked as if no one had lived
in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters.
In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

"Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she
said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept
thanking me for my kindness.
"It's nothing", I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way
I would want my mother treated". "Oh, you're
such a good boy", she said.

When we got in the cab, she gave me an
address, then asked, "Could you drive through downtown?"
"It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly.
"Oh, I don't mind," she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice".

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening.
"I don't have any family left," she continued.
"The doctor says I don't have very long."

I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

"What route would you like me to take?" I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city.
She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator
operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband
had lived when they were newlyweds.

She had me pull up in front of a
furniture warehouse that had once been a
ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a
particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness,
saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said,
"I'm tired. Let's go now." We drove in silence to the address she had
given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home,
with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out
to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent,
watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door.
The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
"How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching
into her purse.

"Nothing," I said.
"You have to make a living," she answered.
"There are other passengers," I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.
"You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said. "Thank you."
I squeezed her hand, then walked into thedim morning light.

Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of
the closing of a life. I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift.
I drove aimlessly lost in thought.For the rest of that day, I could hardly
talk.

What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,
or one who was impatient to end his shift?
What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider as mall one.

things God won't ask:
1...God won't ask what kind of car youdrove; He'll ask how many people you drove who didn't have transportation.
2...God won't ask the square footage of yourhouse, He'll ask how many people you welcomed into your home.
3...God won't ask about the clothes you hadin your closet, He'll ask how many you helped to clothe.
4...God won't ask what your highest salarywas, He'll ask if you compromised your character to obtain it.
5...God won't ask what your job title was, He'll ask if you performed your job to the best of your ability.
6...God won't ask how many friends you had,He'll ask how many people to whom you were a friend.
7...God won't ask in what neighborhood youlived, He'll ask how you treated your neighbors.
8...God won't ask about the color of yourskin, He'll ask about the content of your character.
9...God won't ask why it took you so long toseek Salvation, He'll lovingly take you to your mansion in heaven, and notto the gates of Hell.

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Monday, May 29, 2006

KB

I finally got to try it... and on this beach, too. AMAZING. ok, so I just had the first lesson and haven't even tried it with a board yet, but just being Dragged on my Belly was a blast!!! I'm hooked.

Melissa's taking pics. tomorrow at my 2nd lesson (if there's wind). and then maybe i'll actually put a few of me on here. lol, we'll see...

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Sunday, May 28, 2006

future plans? me?

I'm going out on a limb here... I never talk about my future plans because I never really have any... lol. anyways, here goes:

I am loyal to my job right now, but it leaves me with heaps of free time.

I love being home, but there is no $ to be made there.

My thoughts?

Massage Therapy for HEALING PURPOSES. yeah, the holistic kind... not just a day spa- the neuro healing stuff. crazy but it's been on my mind for AGES.

not exactly in immediate relation to my religion major, but it certainly could head that direction. Oil and the laying on of Hands. I believe that.

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