I haven’t written my Wuthering Heights essay yet, which is due on Tuesday, and I haven’t started studying for my chem test tomorrow yet. I have a million blog posts that I want to write, and a letter to Threnda to mail. Instead of doing all that, I’ve spent the past hour on givesmehope.com and listening to Train.

Several years back, I passed by an elderly man with crutches hobbling onto an interstate on-ramp. I stopped and asked the man if I could give him a ride. He said “Yes, I’m just going to the next exit to visit my wife.” When I get to the next exit, I dropped him off at the cemetery. His neverending love GMH.

I was reading about a little kid whose mom told him the key to life was happiness. When he was in school the teacher asked them to write down what they wanted to be when they grew up. He said happy. They said he didn’t understand the assignment. He said they didn’t understand life. My generation GMH

So worth it.