Abnormal. A life of meaning.

I'm not a game-player. You want something from me? Ask. You're mad at me? Tell me why. You think the world revolves around you? Well, you're wrong. And if you see something wrong, and you aren't willing to help make it right? Then get out of the way. And stay out of my way. Because I'm not like you. I'm not willing to sit and mope about the stupid crap that doesn't matter. And I'm DEFINITELY not going to make that my daily life. What's the point? What does it matter if the world doesn't sit at your feet? What makes you so special anyway? There are some good people in this world. Some of them will help. Some of them need help. All of them are braver than you've ever been. So get over yourself. Get a grip. Open your eyes. Help someone besides yourself, and maybe you'll see that your so-called problems really aren't the big picture.

A man came into my store today,I had helped him earlier in the week.  This man is Santa.  No, really..white beard, cherry red nose and everything.  He's actually a career Santa, and it's heading into his busy season.  He was talking to my boss, and I was eavesdropping (cuz that's how I roll...), and what he said floored me.  He said you would never believe how many grown people come up to him and say "Santa, I need a full time job for Christmas".  He then said he often hears parents coaching their kids, which would be funny, but he says these kids come up and ask for a toy, and mom leans down and whispers, "no, sweetie...tell Santa we need food."  Talk about perspective.

Ah, I do miss blogging. I'm having a wee little crisis of direction lately. I'm currently attending Norfolk State University (Go Spartans!), majoring in Social Work. Now aside from the fact that it feels as though I'll be done in fifty or so years, I can't decide where my heart truly lies. I have a gift and a calling for teens, and I have a heart for "youth in distress"--be it foster children, abused children, struggling teens, teen moms, homeless youth...you get the idea. This is where I've assumed I would go. This is where I wanted to be--working to make things better for the youth that would be the future. But. I have undeniably also always had a heart for the homeless, and impoverished. The spark turned to flame upon meeting Tally and a few others, whose passion including helping people, especially those living in poverty and homelessness. Tally challenged me to open my eyes, and I did. Now, even though Tally and his family have moved away a...