Since the earthquake, I've been thinking a lot about the students that have died. There are 10,000 students at my school alone. If there were an earthquake in Zhengzhou, my city, I'm sure there would be similar results. I'm just thankful my students are safe since some of them panicked and wanted to run out of the school.
I have plenty of experience when it comes to substance abuse. My father was in prison from the time I was in diapers until I was 18 due to consequences of his addiction. My mother did her best, but was lonely and remarried when I was 10 to another addict. At first he just drank a little, then a lot, then went to drugs.
This evening I check my email to find two emails from Dr Lovett (forwarded through Gregory Stephens email on the school email) concerning the death of Nathan Vaupel, one of my friends in the university. Here is what the local news said:
Good Samaritans help rescue a woman and her baby from a scary crash on U.S. 31 Friday, but unfortunately one man was killed.
I have been rather touched by death recently. My ex-boyfriend's mother died almost two months ago, we all just recently found out about a dear friend to many of us has died, and my friend's grandfather passed away earlier this week. Needless to say, this has caused a lot of thought about death and memories in my group of friends recently.
What would you do if you found out your best friend was a sex offender??
some one you loved, and trusted like a brother???
someone who was not only the photographer at your own wedding, but who crashed at you house way back when when you threw keggers al;most every weekend,
Thanks God! Myanmar Cyclone: Up to 100,000 DEAD!?!?
This is a Tragedy of Unfathomable Proportions
My house is so silent that pin drop could be heard. There is no one screaming at my dog to stop barking, no one is screaming at me to give him water or walk him etc. No. My house is silent.
Dreams are at once recipient and contributor to our selves – moulded from the desires and insecurities that scutter within, and presented in the form of visions, casting deep impact – be it through the whispers of Conscience or the bellows of Gods.
