So its been weeks, and I have had many hilarious stories and things happen to me, and many wonderful things. Yet I haven't taken the time to write them. Some times I forget that I have this, but the idea of writing something down and who knows who is going to read it perhaps no one or perhaps a whole lot of someones is very cleansing and good. I love going back and reading what has happened over the last little bits of my life and the whole idea behind writing the humorous things of my day is to simply be able to remember them and catalog this time I am spending working with street youth.

I am beginning to love my job. I love working with these kids, I'm finding my groove. I'm enjoying the simple tasks I'm given and making them fun and entertaining. I enjoy seeing how simply me taking and leaving our card in a library means some teenager finds it just when they need it and calls the hotline and gets the help they need.

I think I'm in the process of outlining where I want to put my "career" focus. This has been such a hard thing for me, there is so much that I want to do, to experience, so many problems I want to help solve. Its exciting and terrifying all at the same time. And I have no idea where to begin with this new possible focus, but I know if this is what I'm supposed to be doing I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be for it. As things become more clear to me, I will reveal my thoughts and ideas. For now know that the light bulb may have finally come on inside my head and I am bubbling with enthusiasm to see how this chapter of my life (which is only just beginning) will unfold.

A few days ago I was sitting at the bus station and an old man, who was drunk, came up to me and proclaimed that Obama was a black man, And a President the world was in a good place. Then we walked off, and ran into the glass wall on his way out. I did very well not to laugh until I got into our van.

Its hard for me to watch kids with so much of their lives ahead of them wasting their time with drugs. But they've been smoking weed since they were 10... they aren't stopping now, not at 19 its not that easy. But I see them killing themselves and I want to shake them and push them out of this vicious cycle of poverty. If they do have kids and they continue with their lives as they are their kids will be in the exact same place they are now, and so will their grand-kids. And I don't see how the cycle ends. Its such an uphill battle for them, and the hill is steep, and hard to climb with no clear map. Their whole lives is such a foreign concept to me, they have seen and experience so much that I can't even imagine. I walk away from work every day thankful for the life I've been given, the education I've had, and the people surrounding me. I could have been born into poverty, but I wasn't and I'm thankful for that. And because of that I will spend my life doing what I can for those that have been born into a life of poverty.