September 2010
21 posts
gratitude → eagerness → self-ambition → forgetfulness → failure → need to be loved → failure → low point → gratitude → feelings of imperfection and worthlessness → hope → gratitude → faith → gratitude → love →
and then i remembered i am christian
there must be purpose here because most of us keep waking up
i really think god is telling me to protect my body
i walk alone across campus at night, close to midnight, midnight, after midnight. atlanta. but it’s whatever, it’s not a big deal, and calling for a service van to pick you up is the most shameful embarrassing thing in the world. i really hate that, you know, i really hate the idea of calling the number and going, “yes, i am unable to walk across campus, please pick me up because i am disabled and need you”
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yesterday night i walked along ferst and noticed, yes at 11:56 pm that would have been the last bus running tonight passing me by. i jogged a little, quickly gave up, meh, until _
a police officer in a little motorcycle scoots up and turns to me, “would you like me to stop that bus for you, ma’am”
” yes please . . !” and his silly blue lights turned on, he scooted on past me, and he pulled over the bus. ”i am so sorry bus driver ma’am, THANK YOU OFFICER.”
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tonight, just now, i was walking the regular walk. the sprinkler system was on. service vans passed by me, nobody was around no music was playing but everything around me was moving the sprinkler system was on what was i doing
and the last thing that could ever happen in a state of two am numbness is seeing a cop car come up; it pulled up to the curb a little in front of me. “where are you headed”
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sitting in the back seat of a cop car is so funny, to smile so widely in the unexpectedly plastic chairs behind a door that has no handles; and so with the biggest amount of undeserved and unsolicited grace a police officer opened the door for me
something is telling me to take things more seriously
