Friends Don't Let Friends...

Something has got to change.

Saturday night, after hanging out with some friends playing scategories, I went to sleep at about 1:30 in the morning (Sunday). Then I began to live my worst nightmare.

I got a phone call at about 2:00 in the morning saying that I needed to get to the hospital, that my brother was in a wreck. I jumped up and in a state of confussion, I got in my car and drove the mile from campus to Drew Memorial where I found Adam, one of my brother'e friends, outside the hospital. He told me that Joey had been hit by a drunk driver going way above the speed limit and that he was fine (the greates words I have heard in a while). Joey broke his leg.

What gets me the most upset, it that the guy that was driving the other car had already gotten two DWI's and had his licence revoked. Yet this guy was still driving. Something has got to change in this town, in this nation. We need harsher punishments.

Next time, we might not be this lucky.

This is what Joey's truck looked like after the wreck.

My Heart...

There are certian moments that remind you how little time we all have here on this planet.

On Monday I had a friend die in a tragic car accident. My heart sank. To think about how Rooster touch my life and those around him, my heart breaks and tears fall. Within me I am sad that I will never see him again, but then a flicker of joy springs up within me because I know that right now he is in the Father's arms and there is no other place I would want my friend to be.

Whi tthis tragedy I am reminded that we are not promised tomorrow. We need to live every moment like it could be our last. Talk to as many people as we can and try to make a difference in others' lives.

Dustin "Rooster" Ferguson will be missed, but his spirit will always be remembered.

you can read a little about Rooster and the accident here

Until We Meet Again...

Yesterday I found out that one of my friends grandmothers passed away in a tragic train accident.

I met Mrs. Pat three years ago when Adrian and I helped Pastor Dan move his parents from Hellena, Montana to Olympia, Washington. Mrs. Pat (his mom) and I rode in her car the whole ten (well it seemed more like 15) hour trip back. I got to know a lot about her and she was an amazing person

My heart and soul go out to the Panter Family...Ms. Pat, you will be missed.

you can read the news article about the wreck HERE

04-16-07: A Tribute

Silence

Tragedy

Calm

Fear

Community

Horror

Heroism

So many feelings, not enough words to describe them all.

To the families of the 32 victims, my thoughts and prayers are with you.

To the many students and falculty who are going to return to campus on Monday, you too are in my prayers. I can't begin to imagine what its going to be like, but stay strong and take it a day at a time.

To everyone who has been glued to the television watching it unfold, keep Virginia Tech in your prayers. And if and when someone talks to you about it, don't be afraid to talk back.

GO HOAKIES!!!

Remembering 9/11

Five years after that tradgic day, I take time to reflect on my thoughts and feelings about he whole ordeal.


I don't know about you, but i can remember everything about that day. I (along with four others) were sitting in Mr. Houff's spanish class. We had all missed a quiz on the prievious Friday and were in there before school to make it up. When I was down to question 7, Senior Houff ran in and told us that we needed to turn the television on because a plane had just hit the Wourld Trade Center. So we put our quizzes away and started watching FoxNews. About fifteen minutes after we turned the television on the second plane hit tower two. I believe that it was at that moment that we all realized it wasn't an accident.

As the rest of the students in our class came filling in, Senior thought the we should turn off the TV saying:

"Nothing else is going to happen."

So we went on with our normal activity. About ten minutes before the bell was supossed to ring a knok came on our classroom door. Mr. Mitchel (our principal) call Mr.Houff out and handed him a letter to read to us:

"Students and Teachers, as you have probably heard by now, the United States has suffered a great tragedy this Tuesday morning. Three planes have hit the WTC towers 1 and 2 and the Pentagon. Just moments ago, both towers fell. There is no telling the loss of life that has occurred this morning. As much as this news will affect all of you in different ways, there is no cause for alarm here. We will keep you updated on events throughout the day. May God Bless America"

This was when I stopped listening. I couldn't believe it. What was to be next? We spent the rest of that day glued to the TV. We saw in real time the towers collapse. We knew that our country would never be the same again.

Looking back on those events today, five years later, I am still questioning it. It is hard to fatom this wide scale attack. So many were killed, yet some survived. Their stories are unforgetable and life changing.

I was watching a documentary of 9/11 on the History Channel and the sights of that day brought back all the emotions that I felt that day. It brought back sadness for those that died. Happiness for those that survived. Anger toward those that perpetrated it and funded it. And confusion on weather or not it will ever happen again and what that looks like.