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So, this is my first "normal" blog post. I'm just straight-up typing this out, right here. It's not my poetry, but it's still honest, and these are still my thoughts. So let's get to it!

It's just wierd how some little things, like hearing from some old friends, lending a hand to some strangers and a song can just bring you up (the song was Sway by the Perishers http://www.myspace.com/theperishers). Thinking is good, it's great; it makes us realize things we forgot and lets us see a truer side of us. Even with all my thinking though, there is something I guess I had almost forgotten: What it is to EXPERIENCE.

I've talked greatly of love, and believe strongly in sacrifice, and believe that these things combined make an amazing bond with people, but until I helped those strangers with my friends, it didn't quite hit home. When I did, there was a bond that was re-made with my friends. It was a "I know I can count on you, and you know you can count on me, and there's the world, we can make it better." sort of thing. It wasn't something amazing we did, just taking care of some kids for a few hours, but it WAS something right. No complex political idea, or some special "I'm doing the right thing" sort of deal (like volunteering), just seeing some people that needed help and helping. I guess the people and the song sort of add to this because the last time I was with those people, I was experiencing this stuff and the song is about a friend who is just doing what a good friend does.

So, though I don't think I've said it here before, I've held this belief for a while: Doing the right thing, that's what my belief in God is all about, just doing what's the best for people, what's right. It's there cause (I believe) God did what was best for me, when he died and forgave me. He did the right thing when he accepted me. Like that person who just hangs onto someone when they're going through depression or alcohol addiction or whatever. It's not that they earned it, or somehow deserve it; it's just that it does something good for that person's life, so it's worth it, whatever it ends up costing. This is something I think everyone understands to a certain degree, whether or not you have religious beliefs behind it, it's just very hard to say in words. I guess the closest I'm going to get here is: I feel so great to feel like crap to make someone else's life better. Maybe that'll be my definition of sacrifice... yeah.

Ok, well those are my thoughts for now. And to the cheering masses reading this (in my dreams), goodnight.