Monday, November 15, 2004

A Memorable One

From the past 5 years, the birthdays that I remember well were my 21st (not for THAT reason; quite the opposite, but I remember it because my are was broken, and I had surgery), 23rd and 24th. The 19th and 22nd seem to slip by pretty well, without me knowing it. I may soon forget the 23rd because it was special, I just may have remembered it because it was only a year ago. However, I feel as though I will remember the 24th for quite some time.

My birthday started with sleeping in, an important part of any successful birthday. I then went to the Air Force game, and afterwards I had a couple friends come over. We just spent our time hanging out, listening to music, and playing games. It was snowing as well, and I love the snow. However, because of the snow, it was making the roads icy, so many friends were unable to come over to my house to hang out. After the party ended, I had a couple friends stay late to just get some quality time with them: my best friend Jesse, FRAT co-leader Josh, and good friend Doug. Jesse is in love with Josh's 4Runner, so we took that out for a spin on the icy roads. As we were driving back to the house, there were a couple vehicles stuck on a hill spinning out. (I would like to take a second to point out that they were a Ford SUV and a Dodge truck that were stuck.) The four of us parked the 4Runner, piled out and went to assist the people in peril. We were quickly able to get the truck pushed up the rest of the hill, and as we were getting the SUV going, we saw a car coming over the crest of the hill going rather fast, especially for the conditions of the road. We all looked at each other and knew that it would not be able to stop or slow down before the road curved. Sure enough we just watched it skid into the curb and spin around. We sent the SUV on its way and raced down to access the situation of the accident. As we approached, a young lady got out of the car and was visibly shaken. We asked if she was ok, and she said she was fine, so we looked at the car. It had a cracked bumper and that was all that we could tell. The young lady then asked us to drive her car. We made a plan that I would drive it to the bottom of the hill and park it by the Pizza Hut, and the guys would meet me there. As I drove the car down, I asked if she lived in the area, and she proceeded to tell me that she doesn't speak English. I said ok and continued to drive her down; she then got on the phone and called her brother and told him the story (I assume she did, I couldn't understand because it was in Spanish). We checked out the car at the bottom of the hill and noticed that the axel seems to have been bent; she hit the curb really fast, so I can't way I was surprised. We waited with her until her brother was able to make it out. We had a great time, all five of us sitting in the 4Runner trying to keep warm and speak each others language. We learned that she has only been in the United States 3 months, and comes from the northern part of Mexico. It is close to Arizona, and therefore doesn't snow; Daniella had never driven on snow before. She is 26, has finished University in Mexico and came to America to learn English. She is currently working at a restaurant in that neighborhood. She wished me Feliz Cumpleanous after the boys told her it was my birthday. All in all it was a good experience; besides the accident. Her brother made it safely in his Nissan Pathfinder and we all went our separate ways. On the way home we helped a couple more people (driving trucks), who were stuck. So, if you want to take notes to make my birthday memorable, that is all it takes a birthday to remember.

Sunday, November 14, 2004

Reflection of a 24 year old

This past weekend, despite my best efforts, I turned 24. As I did I was able to look back over the past year, and the previous years before that to see what had changed.

A year ago, I was 6 months past college graduation and still uncertain what I was doing (or even wanted to do) with my life. I was working as a server at a restaurant in Colorado Springs, and I guess I didn't really know what lay ahead. Now, a year later, it is amazing to me all that did change. I am no longer working in the restaurant, and certainly don't want to go back. I have gotten a 8-5 job (the first time I have ever had one), started teaching college, and been leading a small group at my church. If you asked me 12 months ago if any of those were possible, I would have said no, and doubted that they would happen. But it makes me think of the different jobs and positions I have had since I was 16 and able to "work."

I have been a teacher, a preacher, and a student. I washed cars, and I have driven cars; served food in Colorado Springs and Loveland at three different restaurants. I have cooked food and made pizzas and delivered said pizzas in Fort Collins and Colorado Springs. I have built computers, fixed computers, and designed networks. I have also designed graphics, flyers, and websites, and have spent time coding websites as well. I have spent money, and helped people save money; sold life insurance and mortgages. I have also done manual labor: mowing lawns, building houses and fences, and laying sprinklers. With all that behind me, it is hard to think there is much else to do. I guess only another year will tell. Until then (I promise to post other stuff between now and then), Ciao

Wednesday, November 03, 2004

Still no news

I guess that is not a very appealing title, but it is the truth. Here I sit at work trying to think of interesting things to write about since it has been a couple weeks.

I put in about 45 hours a week at HP, and another 8-15 at PPCC, and another 10 with the FRAT. That keeps me busy enough to keep anything exciting from going on in my life. This leaves me to ramble and philosophize.

RAMBLE: I went to my place of voting Tuesday to get in a quick vote before I went to work; bad idea. The line was ridiculously long and I certainly didn't have time to wait then. I decided to be a good citizen and put in some extra time at lunch so I could get out of work early to go to vote before I had to go back to work at 7. I went back to my polling place and the line was just as long. I asked people at the front how long they had been waiting and they said it was 1.5 hours. I had about 45 before I had to leave to make it to my class. I decided I would wait as long as I could because that was all I could do. As I trekked back to the end of the line I thought I should plan on getting an absentee ballot or vote early in four years. However, I will probably forget the hassle I went through and just wait until the day of and try voting. As I stood in the back of the line that went for days, a couple people said there were TWO lines. I guess there were two districts voting at the same place (that doesn't make sense to me). I told them my street name, and sure enough I was in the other precinct, so I could go to the other line which was about half as long. That was a huge blessing. I was able to vote and leave the polling place by 6:45 to make it to the college by 7. I was a bit rushed, but had an awesome sense of accomplishment from voting.

PHILOSOPHIZE: I had a great thing to dissect, analyze, and speculate about, but I forgot it. I will make it a new post if I remember. Sorry

Ciao.

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  • I am a Colorado native. For my entire life I have lived in this state. Born in Fort Collins, grew up in Colorado Springs, college in Fort Collins, and currently in Colorado Springs.
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