It is usually by the end of it all that I realize why things happen the way they do. In this case:
What happened: I went to Canada with a random group of people for Spring Break. I decided to go snowboarding with pros, and I wiped out MAD times.
Realization: To experience beautiful people
I could not have asked for a more unique and fun bunch: the crippled, the camera whore, the master, the french dude, the lesbians, the giggling alien, and the girl with a flower in her hair (how awesome is that!).
Sadly, regretfully, I know I have taken friends, people, for granted. At some point, I lost sight of why we are all called children of God made in His image. But Canada, has reminded me, Blame Canada. The time there showed me that there are so many beautiful people… wherever… from the cashier girl who smiles and giggles as I attempt to speak French to the Ski Instructor who tells me not to give up.
The real blessing lies in the beauty within friends. They are so near me. How can I not see!
There are those who remain patient with me as I stumble, roll, fall, complain, give up. They wait until I pick myself up and push me to keep trying, to become better. To become… A SNOWBOARDER. Thanks. I honor you with my bruises and blood.
Then, there are those who make your day a little brighter with their infectious laughs, positive attitude, and warm hug that makes you want to cry.
Those who open up to you to offer themselves as accountability and who are FREAKIN FUNNY!!!
Even if they are hurting or tired, they devote every ounce of strength and alcohol to make it enjoyable for the rest. They dance on those I-broke-my-bone boot shoes and allow themselves to be captured in rheediculous pictures for some good memories.
And, even if they get used for their french-speaking abilities or money… it’s aiight. jokkkkeeee!
But, my fav is…
This little girl who kept hugging me and calling me her amiga. Yes, we are amigas4life! BFF!
Every time I experience such awesomeness, I wonder where mine is. Can I get some of that?!
Why can’t I be encouraging? Why can’t I bring others joy, make them laugh, or even just make them smile? Why is it so hard to show that I care and cherish them?
I wish I can find beauty within myself. poop~
But for now… thank you Lord for the beautiful people you’ve placed in my life. Shanks!
I rub you, One Hate.