This isn’t really one of those blogs where I plan to push a bunch of ideas on you. Nor will it be one of those really clever ones that have all the crazy statistics and percents to show you how you can make a difference. I can’t compete with the videos in chapel, and I’m not creative enough to think of some other way we can help those in Africa. Although, I so desperately wish I were one of those people. I wish I could say I’ve done a lot of great things for the needy. I’m going to be honest. The nicest thing I’ve probably done all week was let that other guy take the last piece of pepperoni pizza in the Cafeteria on Monday. On second thought, that may be the closest I’ve gotten to donating anything in the past few months. Why is that? I’m not sure…
I had a different blog all typed up for this week’s submission but I just can’t hold on to these thoughts that consume me so and penetrate my precious sleep time. I hate to sound like an Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh. I really do. Maybe it has to do with the fact that a holiday based on giving thanks is quickly approaching. Or perhaps because exactly a month ago today, my best friend, a girl who helped so many, succumbed to a powerful disease. Whatever the reason, I simply can’t sleep knowing with each passing day I fail to love. I fail to give. I fail to acknowledge that I take for granted my unlimited supply of food in the Cafeteria, or the running water in my two-bedroom, sturdy yet somewhat smelly apartment.
On my way back to my room tonight, I met a guy (another victim of my "Meet 4 People a Day" plan). He mentioned he and a few of his friends were spending the night homeless. He listed off a few people who I really didn’t know. And I’ll be honest I’m not even sure why they’re doing it, though I have to assume it has something to do with all the outreach-awareness stuff on campus this week. I think it’s a pretty sweet concept. I’m really rather impressed. I wish I knew how to satisfy my desire to help and be part of something bigger than myself. This blog may feel jumbled and I apologize for that. It’s just that I am trying to change. I simply had all of these thoughts and I felt like maybe, just maybe, there might be someone out there who could relate. And maybe that someone might want to give more freely or love more deeply. And if you are out there, and you do want to change, I challenge you to love well and let the benefits of doing so fill you with joy. Love people. Love life.
I had a different blog all typed up for this week’s submission but I just can’t hold on to these thoughts that consume me so and penetrate my precious sleep time. I hate to sound like an Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh. I really do. Maybe it has to do with the fact that a holiday based on giving thanks is quickly approaching. Or perhaps because exactly a month ago today, my best friend, a girl who helped so many, succumbed to a powerful disease. Whatever the reason, I simply can’t sleep knowing with each passing day I fail to love. I fail to give. I fail to acknowledge that I take for granted my unlimited supply of food in the Cafeteria, or the running water in my two-bedroom, sturdy yet somewhat smelly apartment.
On my way back to my room tonight, I met a guy (another victim of my "Meet 4 People a Day" plan). He mentioned he and a few of his friends were spending the night homeless. He listed off a few people who I really didn’t know. And I’ll be honest I’m not even sure why they’re doing it, though I have to assume it has something to do with all the outreach-awareness stuff on campus this week. I think it’s a pretty sweet concept. I’m really rather impressed. I wish I knew how to satisfy my desire to help and be part of something bigger than myself. This blog may feel jumbled and I apologize for that. It’s just that I am trying to change. I simply had all of these thoughts and I felt like maybe, just maybe, there might be someone out there who could relate. And maybe that someone might want to give more freely or love more deeply. And if you are out there, and you do want to change, I challenge you to love well and let the benefits of doing so fill you with joy. Love people. Love life.
Meggie Michael
2 comments:
megan, you flatter me. have you seen the newspaper picture? you came out so well. i'm a fan. you know what's weird? two of my roommates did that homeless night thing. i wonder if that's who you met...
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