| I want my mouth back. And real food. I can only survive off apple sauce, jello, and smoothies for so long.
At least wisdom teeth only have to be taken out once. |
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| "I was walking down 57th Street with June one Sunday morning when we happened on the First Baptist Church of New York, which we hadn't noticed before because its entrance doesn't look like a church's. We saw from a sign outside that services were just about to start, so we went in, and the strangest thing happened. The congregation was seated as we entered, but about halfway down the aisle a young boy was turned around watching the door. He saw us, immediately jumped up, and yelled, 'JOHNNY CASH!! Johnny Cash has come to church with me!'
"As it happened, the only free seats were right next to him and his aretns, so we took them, and that's when we saw that the boy was mentally handicaped. He was so excited. "I told you!" he kept saying to his parents. 'I told you he was coming!'
"The preacher came over and explained to us that, yes, the boy had told his parents, and the whole congregation, repeatedly that I was going to walk into that church, sit down beside him, and worship with him. And that's what I did. Being next to him was such a pleasure. He was so happy.
"When the service was over, we walked down to the corner with him and his parents, and they filled in the story. They were Jewish, they said, but their son had decided to become a Christian after listening to some of my gospel recordings. That's why they were in a Christian church on a Sunday morning, They were in that particular Christian church because that's where he knew I was going to walk in the door." |
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| Nothing beats a home grown tomato, sliced, with mayonaisse and sprinkled with salt and pepper.
Let's just say...dinner last night, breakfast this morning, and late night snack tonight...
Good stuff |
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| I just changed my facebook status from "Undergrad" to "Alumnus/Alumna". And this is just the first of many changes to come. It's exciting and scary, but I can't wait to see what happens.
If anyone uses gmail and would like to invite me to use it, I'd really appreciate it. I need a new email to use and it's the only one I really want. Help me out if you can, please.
I'm tired, it's been a good, long day. |
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