Seriously is there anyone out there who didn't cheat on those books?

Anyways...

I had the blessing of working with a group of young Christians called The Order. No not some whacked out cult, just a mission program based in The Salvation Army Melbourne (which to some actually is a whacked out cult, but I digress). And one night I went and helped out their 'Night Outreach' Program. This means being up to all hours of the night, delivering food and blankets to the homeless of Inner City Melbourne, and then positioning ourselves in the main downtown and handing out drinks and food. There was something that really hit home about helping people that night, but again I digress.

The night was going well, till just before it finished. I turned around and notice a guy walking to me. Looking quite dishevelled (man I love that word) I greeted him. To my surprise, he greeted me back with my name. This guy was a guy I went to school with. A Mate I played ball with everyday for 5 years living it tough. Man threw me a bit. He stopped and we caught up and bit, but he HAD to go, so we parted, again off to our separate directions in life.

To say this affected me would be an understatement. Earlier that week, while driving home in the 'rents car, I passed another school friend. There he was in his Porsche Boxter, not noticing me at all.

2 friends, 2 people that were in the same boat as myself. 3 different Life paths.

I get down on myself because I haven't made something huge of myself. Lots of people tell me that I am going to do something huge. I don't want to anymore. I did, but not anymore. I'll be happy if I do the little things right. If I change one life, if I change my life, and if I do that with God.

So I wouldn't of known 8 years ago when the 3 of us left high school that we'd be in these positions, and I kind of glad I didn't know, because who knows what choices I would of made then.That would just suck the fun out of life, just like reading the last page of the "choose your own adventure" book.

¶ 7:09 PM  

Colin: Kilts and Kippers! said...
Hey, I had one of those experiances a few years ago. I was working a kettle in the mall back in Windsor, and strangely enough, I was thinking about an old friend from my High School, Nicole. As if God were directly paying attention to me, she passed by with the same abussive boyfriend she had years ago and unfortunately pregnant. She smiled and waved but kept moving on. I thanked God for two things that day: that she was still alive (a quick prayer to keep it that way) and that I was living good at home. It broke my heart and haunted me for the rest of my time at the mall.  

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