The World At Large

We're really all different.
Love is blind. The sun is gone, but only for a while. If the answer is no, can I change your mind? In the search of identity we lose ourselves. Mistakes are made so we can move forward. Life is crazy. Raindrops are the skies tears.

Philosophy.

En parole je vis

I love the Parisan approach to life. So care-free, So honest.

It's sort of beautiful...

I live on the world.

Heroes.

Heroes. They're all around us, but very seldom do we take the time to appreciate them firsthand. I'm not talking about Superman, but rather an extraordinary woman named Miep Gies. Miep Gies is often associated with being the Frank family's personal spy during World War 2 when all of the Jews in Europe either hid for their lives or were hauled away to concentration camps, often destined to die lonely, plauged with disease. The thought makes me shiver. I wish things like the Holocaust never had to happen in the world, but nothing can ever even begin to change the course of history,even as much as we would like.

I've always been in love with The Diary of Anne Frank. The book itself, the transcripts to make the book would not exist today if it weren't for Miep Gies. Miep Gies worked for Otto Frank as a secretary in his petroleum factory. Otto and Miep knew that the Jews were being overtaken by Hitler, and Otto made a plan to live upstairs in the petroleum warehouse in a secret annex. Miep kept the Franks up-to-date on everything that was happening in Europe while bringing them food and supplies to sustain life.

The Franks were successfully hidden from 1940 to 1942 with the help of Miep. Miep also heled two other Jewish families during this time. She could have lost her life for doing such a thing, because it was outlawed at the time. Miep Gies is what I would call a hero. She was a fighter, a believer, and most of all, loyal. Miep Gies died at the age of 100. She will never, ever be forgotten. Rest in peace Miep, you will be missed.

Urges.

I'm sitting in Computer Applications. This class is so much fun, let me tell you. Sarcasm. I would literally kill for a Venti-Iced Coffee sweetened with 7 pumps of Classic syrup with caramel Drizzle from Starbucks right now. Maybe later tonight? We shall see. Gosh I love Coffee. :)

You've got dreams, and therefore I believe.

All of the above are my aspirations, loves, and obsessions.

In a Blink.

Last night at dance practice, doing what I love, I accidently slipped and fell. It was an accident of course, and i knew i would be fine, but i went to the hospital anyways. The nurse asked my mom why we were there, and my mom told the nurse that I had fallen hard on my head and needed to be checked out. It was late, I was exhausted, emotionally and physically. This was the last place I wanted to be. There was one other woman sitting in the waiting room. She told me that she was there because her son had a brain injury also. I told her i hoped he was okay, and I noticed the look in her eyes that said he would never be okay. She told me in that in 2000 her son was following his friends in a car and got hit and rolled off the car and fell on his head, right onto the pavement. I had goosebumps. He had been physcotic ever since. This, I realized, must have been traumatic. Matthew was only 20 years old when the accident happened, but she told me he acted like he was 11. Matthew and his mom were at the hospital a lot, because he often had fits of rage. As i was sitting there, as much as I tried to figure it out, I still couldn't fathom why accidents like that happen to good, innocent, life-loving people. I was lucky enough that nothing was wrong with me, that it was just a minor fall. I was really lucky, unlike matthew who wasn't so fortunate. Being thankful, I realized, makes you happy. It makes you feel happy with what you're blessed with, and opens your eyes to people who aren't as lucky.