I Never Wanna Forget

So here are the words of what happened after the March 2 tornado in 2012.

I dealt with a lot of PTSD after that and it felt like I had an open wound on my mind.

I know that sounds weird, but it really felt like when you had a skinned knee and it was exposed.

And as time progressed, I could almost feel a scab forming over that wound and then eventually it healed all the way.

But still...there are moments when an old wound gets hit that you are reminded of that open wound.

That's how I would explain it.

Sounds weird.

Don't know how to explain it any other way.

So there you have it.

Sick

I've been sick.

I had the 24 hour stomach virus from Saturday morning until...well, now on Monday.

I still don't feel well.

It's funny how you can not feel well, but you are really sick you just want to feel like you normally do.

I have a lot of respect for people who are ill and continue on with their lives.

I can't.

I guess I would if I had no other choice, but when I feel like this, I really can't do much of anything.

It sucks.

I'm Tired

I'm at a loss for words.

I know that those who really know me know that I talk too much, but I really am at a loss for words.

The hypocrisy of society and what they will support as long as their is the correct political label by a name is mind numbing to me.

Watching good people take the fall for something they really don't deserve is mind numbing to me.

Watching life taken away in the whisp of a second is mind numbing to me.

Being surrounded by so many people who have no depth to their lives is mind numbing to me.

When I am talking depth, I am speaking of how they speak a certain set of ideals, but live differently. And I get it...it's hard to do.

I am surrounded by so many angry and sad people living in a country that has so much "stuff".

But maybe it's me.

Maybe I'm the angry and sad person.

I believe there is a difference in happiness and joy...and lately my joy has been lessened as I watch and read how cruel and rude human beings are to each other.

I'm tired.

I do have my hope in Christ still, so I know....

It's gonna be ok.

Little Boy from Henryville

I've had an Indonesian man fix a Pizza Hut pizza for me based on his knowledge of English from movies.

I've had a Macedonian man so excited over a $5 tip, he waited on me hand and foot next time I was in his restaurant.

I've run in 45 degree weather in June in Iceland.

I've been scared to death at the Serbian/ Kosovo border crossing as a guard took a double take after seeing my American passport.

I've been in the back seat of a car in the middle of nowhere Belgrade with a Lithuanian as my driver took their time in their home before driving us where we were going.

I've been in some of the worse slums in Indonesia, Kenya, and Ethiopia.

I've seen burned out military trucks on the side of the road in Ethiopia.

I've seen people getting food from a trash pile in Nairobi.

I've been in the back seat as we ran red lights in Cali, Colombia because stopping would allow us to be robbed.

I've been surrounded by mothers trying to get food for their malnourished children in Addis Abbaba.

I've had a coaching clinic suspended due to lightening in Colombia.

I've drank water running from a mountain stream in Iceland.

I've discussed American foreign policy with a Macedonian who witnessed the American bombings of Belgrade.

I've been in the presence of Al Shabab in Eastleight Nairobi.

I've seen a man riding a camel in the city.

I've seen people living in mud huts in Ethiopia.

I've spoken with gypsies in Macedonia.

I've walked the mountains of Serbia.

I've stopped at a gas station, afraid that the police were after us in Kosovo.

I've seen little girls with huge smiles in Kenya and Indonesia.

I've seen people all over with less than me, but with a joy I seem to miss.

I've shared the Gospel on 5 continents.

I've seen "Third World" conditions on an Apache reservation.

I've been treated like royalty by almost every person I've encountered in all countries.

I have so many memories that I could share more, but they aren't memories, they are part of me.

Yea...So It Happened Again

He did it again! Click HERE

To Keep for All Time: Brandon at the Buzzer

Or as long as there's an Internet and Blogspot.

This is my son in 3rd grade playing on a 6th grade travel team.

Thing is...he practices this shot all the time.