Fifteen

I have fifteen minutes to get these thoughts straight, fifteen minutes to make it come together.

Yesterday at school, I found out that the best friend of one of my friends had fallin asleep at the wheel. She drove off the road; her mother died and her young sister is now in critical condition.

I was with my friend when she found out, I could feel the tremors of her skin, the shaking of her breathe. I held her as she called her mom to take home.

After she was gone, I could still feel her pain, her agony. I could feel the pain of her best friend, the sorrow that seems all consuming. I weeped for them, for their sufferings, for hope.

The bell rang and lunch came. Standing in line it was hard to realize that life does go on and on. The lunch room was not any quiter than before, it was not any different. Our lunch table was slightly muted; it comforted me. I ate my nachos and wanted to pray, to hold hands with those around me in tribute to our friends, in hopes that they could find solice.

Ten minutes.

K. C. and I were in conflict last night, not fighting mind you, conflict. Something that can be worked out between to people without anger and resentment.

We were talking about the future, mine possibly three thousand miles away and hers unknown.

All she knows is that she wants to get away from the drama, from her dad, though he lives thousands of miles away. She wants to be free.

Free to do what K.C. wants, not what her dad wants, not what everyone else wants. What K.C. wants.

Six Minutes

I woke up this morning to the sound of my cat purring and my dog whining to be let out. I woke up only an hour early than I had planned.

I woke up this morning and I read Danielle's journal, my dearest friend from Dallas.

She wrote of her struggles of last year, her confusion or the lack therof. She wrote of excuses and being free. She has inspired me.

Three Minutes

As I sat there wishing to pray yesterday, I prayed to myself. Prayed that the people involved would be able to realize the strength they have inside, the potential that they have to understand. To know that all they need is inside of their heart, their soul their mind. That they can reach out and change the world, or, even more importantly, their lives. I prayed that they would be able to find peace, for it only comes from within.

Last night, talking to K.C., feeling her worry, her strife, I wanted to take her away from everything, to make everything better. I couldn't, but I knew who could. The ambition that she has, the passion that she has to be free can only be fueled by others. She has to use it herself, she has to change her world. And she can. And she will.

Danielle has changed her world, her perception of herself and of those around her. She has made a difference through the power of Self, yes, with a capital S. She has found the strength, the love, the passion within and she has changed her world.

Three minutes over....


It comes from within, it comes from within.