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Journal 2

I think, in this paper, I will just ramble. Rambles are fun, because you find out how many thoughts run through someone’s head. I wonder why I couldn’t just write a normal paper. Oh well, here we go.
Why do they tell you in school that violence is not the answer, but turn right around and teach us about how violence solved our problems. I mean, they teach us about war after war after war, where we have gained so much by violence. They are teaching us to be hypocrites. War, what is it good for, well I guess quite a bit.
I like fire, in Norton, we have fires for fun and burn couches and cars with gasoline. One time, towards the end of the fire, my friend Roger decided to dig a small hole with his foot and poor gas in it. The fire that followed was pretty pathetic. Disappointed, we turned to leave. Another one of my friends Nick decided to jump in the hole, and end the fire with a boom. Boom was right; all we could see was a pillar of flame as the gasoline splashed up all over him. In a second Nick was running and screaming, trying to put the fire out. My youth minister screamed for him to fall to the ground and begin to role around. He did so without complaining. When all was said and done, his legs were pretty torn up. So we all piled into the cars and drove to the hospital.
I was in the car that Nick was in and was gagging from the smell of melting flesh and burnt hair. Cody, my youth minister, asked Nick if he wanted to call him mom, and Nick said no. So Cody asked if he wanted me to call Nick’s mom and Nick said yes. Terrified, I dialed the number and bit my lip. His mom came on the line and I explained what had happened. She was scared and confused and forced me to give the phone to Nick. Nick calmed her down and got off the phone. By then, we were at the hospital. I had to run home to tell my parents where I was, but after I told them what happened I had to stay home and no matter how much I argued about going back to the hospital, they would not let me.
In the end, Nick had third degree burns on his legs and arms and second degree burns on his face and a few other parts of his body. He had to have skin graphed onto his legs they were so bad. His legs still look like hamburgers to this day, but he’s ok with it now. Every once in a while he’ll preach and use his legs as a visual aid.
Right now I am listening to this Yellow Card song called “Be strong, believe.” The song is about September eleventh, I think. It talks about going back, even though it might mean death and sacrificing everything for people that the person has never seen before. Now that it’s September, and the anniversary was a few days ago, I look back on it and want to cry. So many people dieing without cause. These people had families who loved them. Who love them. They had lives just like you and me. In one second everything was normal, and then the next everything in the world changed.
Sometimes I wish I had mutant powers, wouldn’t that be neat. If I could have any power I wanted, I would probably choose telekinesis. The power to move things with your mind would be so handy. You could do anything. Well not anything, but a lot of things. I bet, I’d become fat. Seriously, I would never have to walk again. Maybe I would walk just because I knew if I didn’t I’d get fat. Soon I would join the X-men and fight evil with my mutant brothers. Yeah, I’m a nerd I know.
I really like music, lately, my favorite genre is the kind that has screaming and yelling in it. Most of the times I need to have some singing entwined with the screaming. Every summer, I go to this festival called Cornerstone and see all of my favorite bands play on stage. One of my most favorite bands though, Emery, has skipped out every year I’ve gone to go on Warped tour. It upsets me usually.
I miss my girlfriend. We started dating a year ago the first of October. The only problem is that she is a junior in High school, so I have to wait two more years until she graduates. I talk to her on the phone a lot, but that doesn’t always help. It would be nice to hug her, to feel her wrap her arms around me as I pull her to me. I can imagine us in the future being married. I think I’d like that a lot. Kids are great, and I would really like to have some one day.
If I had kids, I would find it funny to have twins and to name them Michael and Isaac. Then, their nick names would be Mike and Ike. In time, I would take them to a convenient store and they would think that some one named a candy after them. I told my friend that my first kid would be named after him, so if I have a boy he will be named Andrew and if I have a girl her name will be Andria. Serenity, would also be a great name for a daughter. Any ways, I still have along time till I have to worry about that.
Right now, I am reading this book called “Son of a Witch.” This is the sequel to “Wicked,” which is a story about the wicked witch of the west from “The Wizard of Oz.” “Wicked” is also a musical about the same story. In the musical is a song about defying gravity which is amazing. In fact, I am going to listen to it right now. I love this song.
Speaking of love, in the Bible, there are three different words for love. I do not know the exact spellings, but the words are riah, ahava, and dode. Riah is a relational love, like the love you’d have for a close friend. Ahava is the love that comes with commitment and you’ll always be together. Dode is the sensual kind of love. In reality, there can’t be one true love. To many people try to get the feeling of all of the loves with just one love, but love will never be right unless they are all together. 1st Corinthians 13:13 states, “and these three remain; faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these, is love.” Somewhere else in the Bible it says that there is no greater love than to give your life for your friends. Love is so amazing, it’s indescribable.
Well now that I’m near tears lets move on. Sometimes I wonder if my life will work out the way I hope it does. Being a youth minister has always been my dream and passion, but what if I fail. I mean where would I be. What if by failing I cause others to fail. Would God still forgive me for cause so many to fall. I know he would, but then I question why. Why must God be so forgiving? We don’t deserve it. There is no way we can earn the right to be forgiven and yet God came down in a flesh form to give his life for us. Even though we curse him, turn against him, and even sometimes hate him, he loved us enough to die. On a cross he died. If I knew how, I would cry now, but I don’t know how to. I never really have. Crying is like laughing, it is such a release from pain. Sometimes, I need release.
Well, I think I’m going to wrap this up. Like a gift for Christmas, I’ll wrap it in the nicest paper to be presented to a smile and a joyous laugh. Christmas is such a great time. Everyone is happy at that time. They may not be happy when they are shopping for the presents, but on that day, all that disappears. Families come together and there is no anger, well unless you are a baby who is to tired by the end of the day and all you want to do is get back in your crib. In all Christmas love and joy I wrap this up this paper for you.

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Journal 2

I think, in this paper, I will just ramble. Rambles are fun, because you find out how many thoughts run through someone’s head. I wonder why I couldn’t just write a normal paper. Oh well, here we go.
Why do they tell you in school that violence is not the answer, but turn right around and teach us about how violence solved our problems. I mean, they teach us about war after war after war, where we have gained so much by violence. They are teaching us to be hypocrites. War, what is it good for, well I guess quite a bit.
I like fire, in Norton, we have fires for fun and burn couches and cars with gasoline. One time, towards the end of the fire, my friend Roger decided to dig a small hole with his foot and poor gas in it. The fire that followed was pretty pathetic. Disappointed, we turned to leave. Another one of my friends Nick decided to jump in the hole, and end the fire with a boom. Boom was right; all we could see was a pillar of flame as the gasoline splashed up all over him. In a second Nick was running and screaming, trying to put the fire out. My youth minister screamed for him to fall to the ground and begin to role around. He did so without complaining. When all was said and done, his legs were pretty torn up. So we all piled into the cars and drove to the hospital.
I was in the car that Nick was in and was gagging from the smell of melting flesh and burnt hair. Cody, my youth minister, asked Nick if he wanted to call him mom, and Nick said no. So Cody asked if he wanted me to call Nick’s mom and Nick said yes. Terrified, I dialed the number and bit my lip. His mom came on the line and I explained what had happened. She was scared and confused and forced me to give the phone to Nick. Nick calmed her down and got off the phone. By then, we were at the hospital. I had to run home to tell my parents where I was, but after I told them what happened I had to stay home and no matter how much I argued about going back to the hospital, they would not let me.
In the end, Nick had third degree burns on his legs and arms and second degree burns on his face and a few other parts of his body. He had to have skin graphed onto his legs they were so bad. His legs still look like hamburgers to this day, but he’s ok with it now. Every once in a while he’ll preach and use his legs as a visual aid.
Right now I am listening to this Yellow Card song called “Be strong, believe.” The song is about September eleventh, I think. It talks about going back, even though it might mean death and sacrificing everything for people that the person has never seen before. Now that it’s September, and the anniversary was a few days ago, I look back on it and want to cry. So many people dieing without cause. These people had families who loved them. Who love them. They had lives just like you and me. In one second everything was normal, and then the next everything in the world changed.
Sometimes I wish I had mutant powers, wouldn’t that be neat. If I could have any power I wanted, I would probably choose telekinesis. The power to move things with your mind would be so handy. You could do anything. Well not anything, but a lot of things. I bet, I’d become fat. Seriously, I would never have to walk again. Maybe I would walk just because I knew if I didn’t I’d get fat. Soon I would join the X-men and fight evil with my mutant brothers. Yeah, I’m a nerd I know.
I really like music, lately, my favorite genre is the kind that has screaming and yelling in it. Most of the times I need to have some singing entwined with the screaming. Every summer, I go to this festival called Cornerstone and see all of my favorite bands play on stage. One of my most favorite bands though, Emery, has skipped out every year I’ve gone to go on Warped tour. It upsets me usually.
I miss my girlfriend. We started dating a year ago the first of October. The only problem is that she is a junior in High school, so I have to wait two more years until she graduates. I talk to her on the phone a lot, but that doesn’t always help. It would be nice to hug her, to feel her wrap her arms around me as I pull her to me. I can imagine us in the future being married. I think I’d like that a lot. Kids are great, and I would really like to have some one day.
If I had kids, I would find it funny to have twins and to name them Michael and Isaac. Then, their nick names would be Mike and Ike. In time, I would take them to a convenient store and they would think that some one named a candy after them. I told my friend that my first kid would be named after him, so if I have a boy he will be named Andrew and if I have a girl her name will be Andria. Serenity, would also be a great name for a daughter. Any ways, I still have along time till I have to worry about that.
Right now, I am reading this book called “Son of a Witch.” This is the sequel to “Wicked,” which is a story about the wicked witch of the west from “The Wizard of Oz.” “Wicked” is also a musical about the same story. In the musical is a song about defying gravity which is amazing. In fact, I am going to listen to it right now. I love this song.
Speaking of love, in the Bible, there are three different words for love. I do not know the exact spellings, but the words are riah, ahava, and dode. Riah is a relational love, like the love you’d have for a close friend. Ahava is the love that comes with commitment and you’ll always be together. Dode is the sensual kind of love. In reality, there can’t be one true love. To many people try to get the feeling of all of the loves with just one love, but love will never be right unless they are all together. 1st Corinthians 13:13 states, “and these three remain; faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these, is love.” Somewhere else in the Bible it says that there is no greater love than to give your life for your friends. Love is so amazing, it’s indescribable.
Well now that I’m near tears lets move on. Sometimes I wonder if my life will work out the way I hope it does. Being a youth minister has always been my dream and passion, but what if I fail. I mean where would I be. What if by failing I cause others to fail. Would God still forgive me for cause so many to fall. I know he would, but then I question why. Why must God be so forgiving? We don’t deserve it. There is no way we can earn the right to be forgiven and yet God came down in a flesh form to give his life for us. Even though we curse him, turn against him, and even sometimes hate him, he loved us enough to die. On a cross he died. If I knew how, I would cry now, but I don’t know how to. I never really have. Crying is like laughing, it is such a release from pain. Sometimes, I need release.
Well, I think I’m going to wrap this up. Like a gift for Christmas, I’ll wrap it in the nicest paper to be presented to a smile and a joyous laugh. Christmas is such a great time. Everyone is happy at that time. They may not be happy when they are shopping for the presents, but on that day, all that disappears. Families come together and there is no anger, well unless you are a baby who is to tired by the end of the day and all you want to do is get back in your crib. In all Christmas love and joy I wrap this up this paper for you.