boys and girls

i'm heading down to arizona this weekend to see a guy i knew freshman year of college and who came into town 3 weeks ago on spring break. now before anyone freaks out (i know you, ladies), take a breath and relax. i'm relaxed. my point is simply to tell you that i'm looking forward to this weekend in the sun. it's my first time to arizona, and the 9 hour drive by my lonesome is quite inviting. it'll be quality thinking time... i have a lot to think about.

pardon my getting a bit spiritual on you, but i was talking to my mom yesterday about someone she works with who is having a horribly difficult time with life. it sounds like he's never really had a decent time whether as a result of his choices or as a result of life itself. it's the 'life itself' part that i started thinking about... and i contemplated how living the gospel really does shield you from 'life itself' in ways that people who aren't living the gospel don't benefit from. they are left, in many ways, to fend for themselves. i wonder how many negative situations or experiences i'm shielded from or that dissipate before they even reach my bubble. and it is a bubble.

Ladies and Gentlemen, skinny and stout,
I'll tell you a tale I know nothing about;
The Admission is free, so pay at the door,
Now pull up a chair and sit on the floor.
One fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight;
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other.
one was blind and the other couldn't see,
so they chose a dummy for a referee.
A blind man came to watch fair play,
A mute man came to shout "Horray!"
A deaf policeman heard the noise and
Came to stop those two dead boys.
He lived on the corner in the middle of the block,
In a two-story house on a vacant lot;
A man with no legs came walking by,
and kicked the lawman in his thigh.
He crashed through a wall without making a sound,
into a dry creek bed and suddenly drowned;
The long black hearse came to cart him away,
But he ran for his life and is still gone today.
I watched from the corner of the big round table,
The only eyewitness to facts of my fable;
But if you doubt my lies are true,
Just ask the blind man, he saw it too.

remember the movie 'bubble boy?' he takes a road trip to find his girl. i may be heading out to find my man. here's hoping my bubble doesn't burst.