I cannot attempt to offer up a reason why it has been so long since I have posted. I have fought the good fight with finding a job, and have met some interesting people along the way. Considering the fact that my future appears to be intact, and I have a pretty full social calendar these days, I cannot for the life of me figure out why I am so contemplative regarding my past.
I spend alot of time with these Sudanese guys whom I have been trying to help for various reasons, and they tell me alot about their pasts – tinged with warfare, lost parents, and animal attacks. It seems to indicate perhaps my past is less traumatic than I make it out to be. My friend Thichiot has been through hell, and yet he is optimistic and happy.
I do cry less these days, at least about my own welfare. My life is pretty good – I have a decent job, things with D.J. are good, I have friends, etc. I guess meeting people who have to have their fingers amputated because of frostbite working on fishing boats in Alaska will make one’s own problems seem pretty miniscule by comparison.