Also! I made two stories on the front page of the OSU newspaper today.
http://www.ocolly.com/polopoly_fs/1.2586768!/091311.pdf
September 14, 2011
September 6, 2011
Old Friends
I've had many good friends in the past. Several, I would not be here the same without.
One helped me more than I can imagine in high school. He did so much for me and asked nothing in return. At one of the most fragile times in my life, he was there for me. I can never repay that kindness. I would not have made it thru without him. That was without a doubt the most difficult time in my life, for reasons you would not know by looking at me. I am more than my past.
The other saved me from myself more times than I can count, from unhappiness for the rest of my life, and from a particularly bad friend who, had I remained in his friendship for longer, could seriously have done terrible things to me. I try not to think of the things for which he exhibited warnings signs (he being the evil friend the nice friend saved me from). This guy was seriously crazy and I was oblivious for far too long. I'm not blind, but I sure was then.
When you're too blind or too weak or whatever to see it, others will be there for you if you'll listen. People are often too proud or stubborn to listen. I've seen it destroy many relationships... and lives. It's a shame. I feel really strongly about this tonight, and recently. People don't know how much they affect others' lives. I can only hope that I can have the same affect on someone else someday. That would be the greatest thing.
One helped me more than I can imagine in high school. He did so much for me and asked nothing in return. At one of the most fragile times in my life, he was there for me. I can never repay that kindness. I would not have made it thru without him. That was without a doubt the most difficult time in my life, for reasons you would not know by looking at me. I am more than my past.
The other saved me from myself more times than I can count, from unhappiness for the rest of my life, and from a particularly bad friend who, had I remained in his friendship for longer, could seriously have done terrible things to me. I try not to think of the things for which he exhibited warnings signs (he being the evil friend the nice friend saved me from). This guy was seriously crazy and I was oblivious for far too long. I'm not blind, but I sure was then.
When you're too blind or too weak or whatever to see it, others will be there for you if you'll listen. People are often too proud or stubborn to listen. I've seen it destroy many relationships... and lives. It's a shame. I feel really strongly about this tonight, and recently. People don't know how much they affect others' lives. I can only hope that I can have the same affect on someone else someday. That would be the greatest thing.
September 5, 2011
Health Insurance Woes
I know other countries have much better health insurance... It's like a dream.
I read about this man today who died from a tooth infection.
http://www.catholic.org/health/story.php?id=42684
This is unacceptable. With all the things we help people to do, and all the needless things we spend money on, why can't we help people afford health insurance? There are some programs, but there are so many holes in them and a lot of people who need it don't really qualify either. Or they don't know about them, because circumstances change and they may need them suddenly. Ideally, we could all afford health insurance, but some of us are poor, either permanently or temporarily, and how will we ever get ahead if our health is always bad?
And on a side note, I've been thinking a lot about journalism and emotions lately. On one hand, news must be truth, because we must have an accurate description of history. On the other hand, we are emotional as humans and it's difficult to completely take the emotions out. A lot of reporters don't know the difference.
I read about this man today who died from a tooth infection.
http://www.catholic.org/health/story.php?id=42684
This is unacceptable. With all the things we help people to do, and all the needless things we spend money on, why can't we help people afford health insurance? There are some programs, but there are so many holes in them and a lot of people who need it don't really qualify either. Or they don't know about them, because circumstances change and they may need them suddenly. Ideally, we could all afford health insurance, but some of us are poor, either permanently or temporarily, and how will we ever get ahead if our health is always bad?
And on a side note, I've been thinking a lot about journalism and emotions lately. On one hand, news must be truth, because we must have an accurate description of history. On the other hand, we are emotional as humans and it's difficult to completely take the emotions out. A lot of reporters don't know the difference.
September 4, 2011
More Life, eh?
So I'm back. Back again. Da da daa da da daa da da da.
I decided I'm going to get back into photography. I don't care if I have to use my little point and shoot for another year, or just borrow someone else's camera, I'm going to do it. I miss taking pictures. In honor of this resolution, I'm going to add some pictures here.
Today after I dropped Tomato off at the airport, I went to the OKC Memorial. It was... intense. I've never been so teary at a museum before. It's especially hard because that could easily have been me or my family, if he had hit Tulsa instead of OKC. So easily. I was a kid in daycare, just like a bunch of the kids were in the building. And so many people died, and... children. How anyone could kill children is beyond me. Anyone who hurts children .... it's an awful thing.
The wall of things people have left.
A dreamcatcher, hanging.
I decided I'm going to get back into photography. I don't care if I have to use my little point and shoot for another year, or just borrow someone else's camera, I'm going to do it. I miss taking pictures. In honor of this resolution, I'm going to add some pictures here.
Today after I dropped Tomato off at the airport, I went to the OKC Memorial. It was... intense. I've never been so teary at a museum before. It's especially hard because that could easily have been me or my family, if he had hit Tulsa instead of OKC. So easily. I was a kid in daycare, just like a bunch of the kids were in the building. And so many people died, and... children. How anyone could kill children is beyond me. Anyone who hurts children .... it's an awful thing.
The wall of things people have left.
A dreamcatcher, hanging.
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