Find your voice and dreams

Yesterday was an interesting day. I would do anything to be in Lake Champion being totally revamped for God, but no, it's my grandmother's birthday. I've prayed so much for patience and to not be incredibly angry that God's probably tired of hearing it. :P So I'll get off that sore subject.

Yesterday we went to New Jersey to celebrate my grammy's 80th. There's this SUPER nice country club called Tavistock (spelling along those lines...) that we went to. We all got really dressed up, hair all special, the works. We headed out around 4. On the ride over, I tried to study some biology but ended up getting distracted by what's outside. On each side of the Ben Franklin bridge, the cities are so broken. They're so run down. To this day, it amazes me how we are a mere 40 minutes from Philly and how obscenely different they are. Buildings are crumbling, street people came up to our cars at a red light with a styrofoam cup, begging for money. Of course this tears at my heart, and I would have given the man something like my bible or SOMETHING but my mom locked the doors and said not to look at him. Well I looked at him. Oh my word, it kills me. It really does. It was a serious flashback of Toronto. The awful part is you don't know what they would do with the money if they got it. Drugs or food. It hurts me so much.
We continued to drive and got into the super snobby part of NJ. I have never felt so out of place, let me tell you. I am the polar opposite of sophisticated. I'm rather awkward and clumsy. It's not in MY blood, for sure. Anyway, this part of NJ was so clean-cut, ginormous modern mansions with a sign outside of their house saying who they were and their address. They had huge chandeliers outside of their homes, and in the windows you could see the massive crystal fixings. The streets were like Doylestown to the 10th power. All of those huge brand name stores, with people strolling the streets in their huge fur coats (no lie) and Uggs. The utter opposite-ness of these two places was shocking me. They all live together in the same area and it's basically segregated. It makes me so sad, this world.

On the way back, I was so wired there was no way I could sleep. I happened to be looking into the cars as we passed them. Oh humanity. There was a couple in one car. Both of their lips were pursed and were leaning against the outer windows, almost a way to get away from the other person. It looked like they had some sort of fight or disagreement. That car went along.
On a more comical note, I saw a nun, in her whole headdress thing and all. It made me laugh. :]
Another car had about four younger-looking adults in the car. The people in the back had bottles in their hands, with many empty bottles in the dashboard and the back dashboard thing (?). This made me slightly concerned for the driver, in case he had too much to drink as well. That car whizzed by too.
The next car had a single woman in a large van. She looked oh so lonely.

This all got me thinking. My thoughts were vaguely connected to my seeings.

You never know what's going on in someone else's life. Especially a stranger. We brush shoulders with alcoholics, cutters, drug addicts, suicidal thinkers. And we never even know unless it makes the news or something. I don't think there is anything we can even do about it. But this thought stumbled into my mind last night. I really want to take another Philly sandwich run. They really move me.

That's all I got now. Back to studying. :]
~j

VOTD:

Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path.

Psalm 119:105