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| All I want in life is a never ending road trip.
I want to get in my car, and drive all of the non-highways on the east coast. I want to find all of the little quaint places, hear the exciting stories, drink the terrible coffee.
That's all.
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I feel the need to tell Xanga about Pedro... Hector... Enrique... What was the most recent? I don't remember. None of those are actually his name, and his name will remain in confidence.
He's sweet, but he drives me crazy with the possibilities. Is he really worth my time, should I pursue this relationship? It's all so confusing to me. On day I'll figure it out. | | |
| I ventured back to Xanga because few people come on here.
There are times when all I need is a place to write my thoughts. The one's I think, but when I let them out of my head they sound like gibberish. Yes, those ones.
I would like for my life to become simple. I would like to be married. Actually, I would like to only be married for a day so that I could spend all day on an extremely high, soft bed, under a white down comforter watching reruns on TV with my husband.
But then I would like to be able to walk outside of my white picket fence back into my life that is reality.
And I will, because there will be no extremely high beds and white down comforters for a long while. But God could have another plan. I hope He does. I like His plans better anyway.
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| A wonderful weekend of camping in the woods, peeing in the woods, cooking in the woods, eating in the woods, sleeping in the woods, talking in the woods, huddling in a tent while it storms in the woods, being cold in the woods, being scared in the woods, gives you a whole new thankfulness for the things we have.
I LOVE camping, and this was an experience. Just pitch your tent, no bathrooms, no showers, no water, no electricity, just you, your mad skills, and a whole lot of God's wonderful creations. | | |
| I'm uncommonly hyper tonight.
I now have a "truck driver name."
You can call me Chuck.
p.s. SOMEONE besides Google PLEASE read this. Ok, better now. | | |
| This is for you, Chris.Some of you may have heard about this, read it on my MySpace, heard me talk about it, whatever. But I'm going to tell you about a great guy who had a HUGE impact on my life, and so many others. But before I do, I have something important to tell you about him. He was my brother, we didn't share parents, we didn't share a house, we never celebrated Christmas together, we didn't even have the same skin color, but he was my brother. And my big brother was killed by a drunk driver on April 30, 2007.
We met about a year ago when we started working together at the Boys and Girls Club. Our original connection was our last name, it was the same. Moore. We worked in the same general area and since I'm in admin I would make rounds to take pictures, talk to the kids, check on staff, etc. I would always be in his room for longer. We got close, and would talk about everything under the sun, there was nothing I could tell him that he wasn't able to help me with. He was the guy who never quit smiling, and always gave the best hugs, really tight and never letting go. He used to call my mom "mom" and my little sister would always run to him to be picked up, and spun and run and to get her "HEY FAITH!!" There's no one who could ever replace him. The thing that we all loved most about him though, was his attitude. No matter what, he was positive, he never gave up, he was a great role model. He was always the one to push the rest of us on when we were having a bad day, or say some stupid inside joke that would make us laugh. I don't remember him ever talking badly about someone.
He worked at Shoppers at night, and my friends and I would go sit in the parking lot to talk to him. One time he and I were going to "fight" so my friends drove off (they came back) but that's one of my favorite memories, because instead of fighting, we hugged.
I miss him so much, and it's been a week. We used to call each other every week to keep track of each other, I forgot to last Sunday...and that was my last chance. There's nothing I can say that would explain what I'm feeling right now. I'm SO happy for the times I had with him, and know that he's in heaven right now. But I'm so SAD for the times we're not going to have together. We had already started planning our summer of him in the gameroom, and me at the desk again, partners. I was looking forward to our conversations sitting on the game room counter about everything that you could possibly talk about. I will never again look up from my desk and see him walking through the door, his huge smile on his face, so excited to be back.
My reality came yesterday when my other friend Chris called me. They were both in my cell phone listed as Chris, and my heart skipped a beat then sunk remembering that I would never again get a call from my brother, asking to talk to whatever kid it was he'd been thinking about. It's hard to look at some of those kids knowing how much they loved him, and how much he cared about them.
Ironically when they wrote the article in the paper, they used his full name. Christopher Douglas Moore II. He hated his middle name, never wanted anyone to use it...but now everyone knows it. He died helping someone, in something that should have been a great college memory. The night the car ran out of gas, and they had to push it back. That night will never be looked at with any form of happiness every again. That was a night that hundreds of people I know, and don't know, family, friends, neighbors, all lost someone that they loved.
He'll be sorely missed, but we all have the assurance that he's in a better place, and we can all be happy in the fact that we knew him for the times that we did, and that we have his example to follow.
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