Brother,can you spare a dime?

Time for a font change. There, thats better. Anyways, Its Sunday evening, and I should be eating dinner soon. Until then, I figured I can write a quick entry. I might as well explain the title for this particular entry; a few days ago, I got a text message which said "Hey,do u know ne one who can sell me a dime?". Totally oblivious, I didn't respond and go about my day, thinking "dime?that doesn't make any sense.". Later on though, at the dinner table, I ask my dad if he,in fact, knew what a dime was, to which his reply was "Melissa, thats drugs!,why?" So, I told him about the message and now,you can say that I am fully aware of what a dime is.


It's fascinating how that we can simply dial a number, press send, and come in contact with someone. Anyone. Most of the time, we are connected with the person that we want to. We talk with those people, chat a while, say goodbye and be on our way. Other times though, we are connected with someone that isn't intended, as was the case with the text message, or the numerous wrong numbers that everyone occasionally gets on their house phone. It makes you wonder, about the person who sent the message, what was going on at the time, and so forth. In a way, a message can give us act as a small window and give us a tiny glimpse into a person's life, a person's world. It kind of gives off an aura that we are all connected somehow in this complex world, even if just for a moment to reflect on a message intercepted.
Until Next Time
Melissa

One Step At A Time

Let's see, its Friday morning, 11:11 (not intended,lol), and I just finished my breakfast. (I know, I woke up late this morning.) I have a few things to talk about, I think.
Yesterday I went to my first college visit at St. Joseph's, and, I think it went well. The campus is smaller, and the pool and library is really nice. Academically, the classes are all taught by professors,which is good. In sum, I liked it, and am going to keep it a possibility. I feel relieved that I finally broke the ice and started to visit colleges. There are still more that I want to look at, but I'm glad that I made some small steps in the process. Later on that day, I went go-karting (I guess that was a day for firsts,lol), it was so much fun, and I'm actually pretty good at it. I am happy to say that I didn't crash once. After that me,Chris, and Rebbecca(Chris's friend.), went out to get something to eat because it was around dinner time. All in all I think that yesterday was a really nice day. Thats it for now, this is kind of a quick entry, Ultimately , its important just to take things one step at a time. Until Next Time.
Melissa

Wheel in the Sky

Again, It was been quite a while since my last entry. It's a little late,(actually, more like just late, with the time pushing 11:30 pm.) I think I might finish my entry tomorrow once I get some of my thoughts together. I have a few things to write about;some good, some bad, some in between. I guess though, the nature of life itself is to be filled with many events, experiences, and emotions. I'm not really sure how to start this entry, but In a way I guess its already been started. Might as well just delve into it then. These past few weeks have been pretty eventful,such as in finding out that a family friend was struck by a car while riding his bicycle, passing away days later. Everyone has been pretty upset over it, especially Chris. He thought of the kid as kind of a little brother, I feel so bad for him, and the family. I can't imagine the sadness that the family is going through. There was a candlelight vigil last night, and the viewing/wake is tonight. My prayers to his family,friends, and loved ones to keep them strong during this time. I'd also like to take a moment to say Rest In Peace Matt Haley, who will be truly missed.

Many of us, I think, take life for granted. Day to day, we live our lives, taking the short cut, or not saying the "i love you" before we leave. I think its important to remember, that nobody ever promised tomorrow, and that everyday could be our last, and I think its important to live that way. As if everyday is your last. It can be said that there is a plan for us all, and we are put into each others lives for a reason, even if that reason is unknown to us at the time. With that being said, I think I'm going to end this entry with the poem that was selected at the wake tonight.


The Dash Poem

by Linda Ellis

I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning… to the end.

He noted that first came the date of her birth
And he spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not how much we own;
The cars, the house, the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.

So think about this long and hard.
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left,
That can still be rearranged.

If we could just slow down enough
To consider what’s true and real
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we’ve never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.

So, when your eulogy is being read
With your life’s actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?

Until Next Time
Melissa