Alright, after a nice vacation with my family and roommates, I have come to realize something... I'm so fortunate with the lifestyle I lead and all that's missing is doing something for someone else. Before my best friend passed away, he donated a decent amount of money to a Boys' Home in Melbourne. These kids grew up without any guidance, abusive parents and/or got themselves into trouble. I've decided to donate money to the foundation and become part of making their lives better.
The first step was calling up and saying I was interested in helping. Before I knew it, only 15 minutes had gone by and I became a big brother to T.J. He's a 16-year-old kid who was abandoned as a baby, then went back and forth between foster homes. On his 14th birthday, he went to the Boys' Home himself and asked for help to get away from the foster home in which he was living. What a brave kid! After hearing all of his history, I knew instantly that this was my calling.
I go into the foundation three times a week and meet with T.J. and the boys, then take him to two of my games per month. I'm so stoked on getting him involved with my friends, family and team. Out of all of the things in my life, this is the most rewarding. I can't wait to help him and better the chances of him having a secure future.
Man I am seriously so amped right now! I'll update more on everything, but for now, this is a perfect situation :-)
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Writing
I am haunted by words.
There are many things in life that we all take for granted. Sometimes we are so corrupted by our day-to-day routine, that we forget the little things. Personally, I love words. There's something about them that is beautiful and they inspire me. I have been thinking a lot lately about how a simple sentence can send someone into a whirlwind fantasy. There's something beautiful about that. Words can be an escape from reality.
We are all taught as young children on how to write "correctly." I never bought the idea that writing has a correct form. It's something that is yours, personal and your heart on a piece of paper. I've surpassed the lessons of paragraphing, formatting, developing and processing. I write what I feel and that is what will capture an audience. It can be the best form of therapy for anyone. You don't have to love writing to find the true beauty within it. A small child may start with a diary, another may write in a journal to relieve pain and others do it for the words.
Everyone lives their life for something. Whether we like to admit it or not, we all have that hidden motive behind each choice we make. Some fall in love with love, others play for the love of the game, more live because that's what they were put here to do. However, I live for words and once I'm out of them, that is when I have nothing.
I am haunted by words.
There are many things in life that we all take for granted. Sometimes we are so corrupted by our day-to-day routine, that we forget the little things. Personally, I love words. There's something about them that is beautiful and they inspire me. I have been thinking a lot lately about how a simple sentence can send someone into a whirlwind fantasy. There's something beautiful about that. Words can be an escape from reality.
We are all taught as young children on how to write "correctly." I never bought the idea that writing has a correct form. It's something that is yours, personal and your heart on a piece of paper. I've surpassed the lessons of paragraphing, formatting, developing and processing. I write what I feel and that is what will capture an audience. It can be the best form of therapy for anyone. You don't have to love writing to find the true beauty within it. A small child may start with a diary, another may write in a journal to relieve pain and others do it for the words.
Everyone lives their life for something. Whether we like to admit it or not, we all have that hidden motive behind each choice we make. Some fall in love with love, others play for the love of the game, more live because that's what they were put here to do. However, I live for words and once I'm out of them, that is when I have nothing.
I am haunted by words.
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