Question: What happens when a poor post-college student who has survived for the past year on canned pinto beans and macaroni finally makes enough money at his job(s) to afford groceries?
Answer:
Be nice to me, my loyal reader(s). I have leftovers.
And perhaps jump to my defense against Sean, HyounJun, Jon, Jairus, and Peter, because it's 2:30 in the morning, and I'm totally not cleaning up the mess I made in the kitchen until tomorrow.
It's still raining down here. It hails sometimes, and it rains a lot. Everywhere I go in Orange county today, I see something flooding.
Sean said that this could be the beginning of Armageddon. I think that when Armageddon really does come, it won't take more than a couple of days of rain to wipe out the OC. We're pretty spoiled down here, so I figure... why waste the fire power?
It was funny to go to work during the tornado warning. Every adult in the school had this pale, dead look on their faces. Probably because they are responsible for the lives of so many little children. Not that they had to work so very hard to keep the children from worrying...
I remember Yessica. Six years old with a smile that pushed the boundaries of her ears. She was spinning around, dancing in the rain. She twirled in small circles with her fingers up in the air as the weather could not even hold its sour expression for long after meeting her. The rain began to cease. The sun began to shine.
"Everyone today is scared, but I wasn't scared."
"That's good, to not be scared."
"Mr. Stephen, do you know who Dios is? God?"
"Yes I do."
"I told him to stop the rain, so that no one would be scared anymore."
I guess all you have to do is ask.
She smiles and the sun shines. She talks to Dios, and He sweeps the storm clouds out of her way. Now I understand Why Jesus said that we had to be like children. Not because we need to think more simply, but because they understand something that we forget when we grow up. It is not easy to remain that way.
But it is possible to learn.
We were walking to the back of the school to wait for parents after tutoring let out for the day. She was walking far ahead. I moved quickly to catch up, the others trailing along beside me. She looked back, and quickened her pace, smiling. I moved faster as well. Those behind me followed suit.
Does anyone out there remember what it feels like to run as far as you can, as fast as you can, just because you can? I forgot what that was like. I got to remember, as we raced to the back fence, laughing and doing our best not to slip on the wet blacktop. Diego and Marian finally passed me up, right as we saw the fence, their faces red with the type of laughter that just barely escapes your cheeks when you breathe. They don't really speak English yet, those two. I think I will learn a lot from them this year. It makes sense. I've learned so much already.
Curl up with a hot bowl of soup this week, and think about what six years old feels like. Is it just me, or does being an adult sound like some sort of punishment we endure for doubting the source of the rain?
