I'm reading this book called Mountains Beyond Mountains: The Quest of Dr. Paul Farmer, A Man Who Would Cure the World by Tracy Kidder. Besides having to look up words like 'peripatetic,' I really like it.
Sometimes I find it hard to believe that it's a true story, that Dr. Paul Farmer exists, that his life is paralell to mine and the apathetic teenagers I know, and the Christians who hold street signs preaching, "God hates fags," and unfaithful husbands who leave their wives, and the man who kidnapped a woman and abused her for 18 years.
It is a true story. I would call Paul Farmer my hero, but I don't want to do what he did. Because there is so much more out there left to be done.
His story reminds us that it is possible to heal a broken world and to hurry up and go do it, anyways.

Goodbye, dearest.

Mitchell: "'Arry, 'Arry, do you wan' some 'kraut on ya weiner?"

Laura: "Hey guys...can we play Nertz?"

New life is a baby.

This is my friend Lexi's baby, Moxie. She is a little over one-day-old in this picture. She is beautiful; she is a pretty baby.
I didn't know that babies opened my heart.
I learned all of life, for a moment, is not getting closer to death. The moment of birth is the start of deterioration. For a split second in the hospital room, though, there was only life. It was breathtaking.
Sometimes we witness great losses of life. Through the eyes' of others, I saw a car accident that took away four lives, only 17-and 18-years lived.
Then, all of a sudden, a week later, new life was given to Lexi, to you, to me, to all of us.
We are part of a circle we cannot escape. Even though I find it hard to adjust to, I love witnessing what makes us alive.
While her life cannot justify death or replace other human lives', she is a continuation of life, of this story we are writing.
Lexi is only 17-years-old. But this baby might have saved her life. So, in a way, Moxie added a life and saved a life.
Lexi sent me a text this morning.
I love it: "I have a picture of everyday she's alive!:)" she said.