There I was, casually riding my bike past the Constitution Apartments, when I saw a lil’ white dog slinking around i the grass. At first I didn’t think anything of it and just watched it as I rode by. But as I rode away I realized something was strange: the dog wasn’t in a typical place you would go for a walk nor was it an open space in which you might let a dog run freely. I paused to consider this, and decided I would turn around and take a second pass.
Sure enough there didn’t appear to be anyone in sight. I sat down in the grass and, after softly calling her over, she began to slowly move her trembling body towards me. She slunk to within a few feet of me and refused to come any closer. She plopped down, buried her head in her paws, and continued trembling. I couldn’t get her to come to me, so I slowly crept over and started stroking her head. Soon she was rolling around excitedly and letting me rub her belly, but as suddenly as she opened up she bolted down the grass towards North Washington Street. I called and called to no avail, so I got on my bike and followed her.
Apparently she liked a particular tree, because when I caught up to her she was prancing around it moving the downed sticks around with her nose. I tried suing generic doggy phrases to get her to show me which way was home but nothing worked. Eventually I slowly approached, picked her up, and rode down to the college’s Department of Public Safety. I started out slow because I wasn’t sure how she would feel about riding in my arm, but she seemed to enjoy it. As people driving past looked curiously at me I momentarily felt self-conscious…this little cutey was making me feel like a bike-riding Paris Hilton!
It took a little while, but the ladies of DPS managed to put together a short list of possible owners. Only a second after the local flower shop owner answered her telephone and the officer on duty stated who she was the owner was full of emotion. “Did you find my dog!?” Minutes later she pulled up out front and had barely opened the office door when my new friend began squirming beyond belief. I was forced to surrender her a second later, and watch as worried mom and furry daughter were reunited. The woman was ecstatic, and to thank us for our help she went back to her shop and returned with a rose for each of us. I never did finish my bike ride, but it was a great afternoon nonetheless.
Although, I kind of wish we wouldn’t have found the owner so fast! Part of me wanted to bring the pup back to the house with me. I’m sure everyone would have loved a little furry guest!
If you’re ever in Gettysburg and you’re looking for some flowers look not further than her Flower Boutique 🙂
It always interests me the many conclusions “experts” draw about parenting. From month to month they say completely different things, often contradicting what was previsouly established as the best parenting practices. In all honesty it all sounds like a load of bullshit to me. Freakonomics jumps on this disbelief and attempts to draw its own conclusions from data rather than theoretical speculation.
I am just in general pissed off that our modern society is so determined to dig our own graves with our spoons and forks. i am pissed that shitty unhealthy food is so cheap and convenient and available everywhere. I am pissed that every child grows up on a steady diet of TV commercials pitching them shitty food that will probably eventually kill them.
So yeah, I’m just pissed.
Check out Glenn Pendlay’s post on the unfortunate state of food in America. I couldn’t agree more.
What would you do if you knew you could not fail?
I went down to get a snack and some water, and I did noticed some dishes in the sink. They weren’t mine, but Jasmine always does mine so I thought I’d do these. As I washed I noticed the quote on the side of Jasmine’s mug. It’s one of those kind of cheesy quotes that are supposed to inspire you. You’re supposed to save the world. But really, what would I do? Despite how trite this is it I couldn’t help but think about it…
What would I do? Of course I would want to save the world. I would want to fix everything that is wrong and make the world a perfect place free from oppression, inequality, and misfortune. But what if I could do only one thing? What would I do?
I could cure HIV/AIDS. I could stop world hunger. I could destroy poverty. I could demolish religious violence. I could educate all the children of the world. I could reverse global climate change. There are so many things I could do, so many ways I could help. But how do you choose between saving some innocent child from AIDS while leaving others to starve?
All these causes are wonderful, but I don’t think I would tackle any of them. They’re all so…singular. Isolated issues with one theme connecting them: human nature. Are we innately selfish, or altruistic? Are we stewards of the Earth of just tenants with heightened ability to impact it? Honestly, it doesn’t matter what you think about either of these because one thing is obvious: we are not static. Humans cannot exist in a state of equilibrium because we need change. We need progress. In one way or another every one of the issues above can be traced back to our need to move forward.
So what would I attempt to do if I knew I could not fail? I would change human nature; I would make us content to exist in a static equilibrium. Then we would never suffer the destruction progress always brings.
Oh wait… this would just leave us forever stuck with the disasters of today.
Tonight I sat down at Chili’s for half-price appetizers with Jon and Kyle. We sat, chatted, and had some food. I haven’t seen either of them since mid January, and I probably won’t see them again for at least a month. Yeah…even though it’s summer they’re busy working for the R-Phils and I am in Gettysburg. Catching up once every few months over some food or a few drinks? That tells me we’re growing up like absolutely nothing else can.
“I’ve got more faith in Hitler than in anyone else. He’s the only one who’s kept his promises, all his promises, to the Jewish people.”
Tonight I shut out the world and read Night. It’s short and I finished in a matter of hours. I feel like it all went by so fast. It was like I was watching a movie unfold. The pictures swam before me, I saw everything there was to see, and I was there, alongside Eliezer, every step of the way. But now it’s a ghost of a memory. I read every word, felt every line, but it all fades before me. I see isolated scenes, scenes of brutality, scenes of sadness. This was not a story but a collection of terrors. I see the boy struggling to breathe, his body too light to pleasure him the quick death of the noose. I see the father, beaten alive by his son over a piece of bread. I see the son’s body next to his, killed by the fiendish hunger of others.
Night is not a book…it is an experience. There is a story throughout the book, weaving together the events. But the story does not mean a thing. It fades into the lines, overshadowed by the unbearable images it creates. The Holocaust is one of the greatest tragedies of humanity, and we can never understand it. Stories mean nothing; numbers mean even less. For a moment I felt the pain of a child, but even this is nothing compared to the terror of what can hardly be called life.
Nothing can truly describe the horrors, this I know. And what’s worse is nothing can make us learn well enough the atrocities of man to cause us to change our ways. No, man will forever be subject to weakness.