Today is the first day of school in two weeks.  Everyone I know is alive!  My friend and I went to the memorial service on Sunday.  We got there 4 hours early.  Front row seats.  What I'll always remember was waiting outside and seeing the endless stream of people walking towards the Convocation Center.  The line had no end.  Random people consoling and hugging one another.  People just trying to find their own peace.  When the memorial prayer began and the choir started singing I just started balling.  Everyone was balling.  Even big ol' football linemen.  It was one of those days you know?  It was the first time I felt that way since September 11.  And all the stupid shit things I worried about, and people I held grudges against... just disappeared. 

If it doesn't move and is supposed to, use WD-40.  If it moves and is not supposed to, use duct tape.  Same ol' Scandanavian offense: E4 D5, Nc3 Nf6, Qf3

If we're not good examples, then we're probably bad ones.  No matter how manipulative people think they are, they  can't "get away" with sin.  It always hurts someone and bites them back in the end.