good story.

Last week I became violently ill Wednesday morning at 2 o'clock. I puked many times, dry heaved, excreted, and cleaned the bathroom. I was fevered and weak all day, I didn't eat anything and was becoming mildly delusional. At one point I was sitting in my beautiful $5 goodwill chair that smells faintly of old people and soap, when my phone started ringing. It was about 3:30 in the afternoon.

I answered my phone, and on the other end of the line was Kiki, my partner in handling the third graders after school for homework help. I was still delusional from the fever, and I was fairly confused. I spoke with a few of the kids, who all told me to come and help them with their homework. Some even told me that because I had such long legs I may as well just hop on my bicycle and ride on over there, because it wouldn't take too long. Or I could even run and get there in three steps. obviously that.

I did neither of those things, and I didn't even make it to school the next day because I was so weak, but nothing could have turned that awful awful day around so much. I was so happy afterwords that i tried to drink some kool-aid to get some strength back. but alas. it did not work.

This week has been trainings and even a retreat back to camp duncan to learn more about ourselves and each other. It is impressive to see how the corps has matured in the last few months.

I'm so inspired, I'm even applying for one more year of below minimum wage, fifty hour work weeks. I hope i get in one more time, It would give me more time to develop some much needed leadership skills as well as mature me even beyond my current enlightened stage.