Once again, I have nothing to post. Nothing deep to say – nothing worth saying.
Oh, I guess I could tell you that for a while now, I’ve been wanting to watch a bird poop while flying in the air. And the other day, that wish was SO granted. Right outside the college, I see this robin swoop out of a tree and before swooping back in, its precious marshmallow cargo deplaned its ass from about 18 feet in the air. Straight, plop, on the sidewalk, about 10 feet in front of me.
Wow.
Nature right? Freaking amazing.
I wish I could fly around and poo wherever I pleased. Criminy.

Oh yeah, me and adam had gone on a little stroll, nothing fancy, just around the neighborhood, and we walked over to the softball field right across from their shop. There were many people gathered around the bleachers, and I recognized a few people from the IT dept. from work, and everyone was supporting these tiny ass kids who were playing. Most of them were girls – so I’m going to assume they were all girls – and I mean, they were really tiny. When the batter hit the ball to ‘em, they’d kinda duck and hold their glove up in this if-i-put-my-hand-up-i-might-catch-it kinda stance…and it was all kinda cute. And true softball isn’t really my thing to watch – but it was really cute to see these little kids trying to play it – and hear their parents yelling orders of how to play it better. Anyways – after a few minutes we decided to continue our stroll and walked around the field. This little black kid (like 5 yrs. old) came running around the corner with a bag of cheetos and a big smile – and just rushed past us as if he really had somewhere to be. I thought, ah children…always runnin around with snacks…
But shortly after, a much smaller black kid (assuming it was the first kid’s younger brother) rounded the corner also holding cheetos– and was just crying his eyes out. It was so sad, he seemed so distressed that he had to walk the entire length of the field towards society completely alone and that his brother had just ran off and left him. Me and adam both stopped and felt horrible, and the little kid also stopped – and just kinda stood there with us – until we tried talking to him and coaxed him to walk back around the field with us. So yeah, we walked the little kid back around and the brother and this other kid came running up to him, and me and adam both saw that our work there was done.

We continued our stroll and I couldn’t help but remember every detail of that experience.
I knew that little boy was crying because he felt alone and completely vulnerable, and I was just glad that it had been me and adam that he ran into – and not anyone else. I mean, someone could have taken his cheetos or something, err at least adam was thinking about it.
Anyways, it all made me think that some things in life are just meant to be – and to me, everything always happens for a reason. We were meant to see this kid in his distress and offer our help. Maybe I was supposed to take something away from that experience, and I don’t know what that is…but I am at least thinking about it. And thinking about deeper things. I truly believe everything in life is part of a divine plan, even the teeniest and tiniest instances – and I’m so happy to be who I am and where I am now, and am especially happy with the people in my life right now. I’m also looking forward to who I’m becoming, and where I’ll end up – because I know that that’s exactly where I’m supposed to be too. Maybe I’ll be a really great softball player. =)