and Im not exactly sure what that means, but thats what he thinks of me. A guy who was a stranger to me no less than 5 years ago. Who taught music, then led me in my 9th grade year to 2 promotions. I have a story to tell, Im in the process of writing that story. Of creating an identity that will be my own, my own fingerprint, my own footprint, Im creating my story, detailing every move I make until the impact is made and I have single handedly changed someone elses story.
In August I plan to travel to Central America for 8 days, to a rural area of Honduras and help a small village. They need food and water, clean water. They need things that I take for granted, soap, toothbrushes, and clothing. They need what I have, but I can give them more than material objects to satisfy their intense wants.
I want to help, give them my hard work an labor, my heavy breathing, my laughter, my experiences, my spanish speaking and translating abilities. I want to help these poverty level people, help them rise above what the lack of economic mobility has set as a high for them. I want to save the world.
I want the world to help save itself.
Gospel of Luke
"Love the Lord your God with all your
heart and with all your soul and with all
your strength and with all your mind' and,
'Love your neighbor as yourself."
