Christmas has come and gone.
I got some nice things; nice clothes. But for this year, the joy of Christmas for me was at Heaton, with the kid’s Christmas show. That is how I celebrated the birth of my best friend this year.
I’m back in Siler City now. Today was pretty slow. I watched some movies and the old Young Indiana Jones Chronicles I recorded off of TV four or five years ago.
I had fun.
I’m excited about starting another semester again, and about hopefully doing a one-act show.
Please give me the right role Father.
Marcus’s brother told me today that in Greensboro a seven-year-old boy went into a public bathroom while his mom waited outside. Some men in the bathroom attacked the little boy and cut off his penis and flushed it down the toilet. The boy bled to death and died.
Did you hear what I just said? I don’t understand. What is out there in the world? My parents have shielded me from the world for so long. Christians are there in the world, but the wicked are out there too. One day I must leave my home and go out into the world.
What an insane idea. Who out there will love me?
But I must go; my destiny and my fate pull me there like a magnet. The world is dark and terribly wild. There are people out there who would kill a little child.
I miss the Young Indiana Jones Chronicles. I’m not sure why it isn’t on any more. It always made me think about what is out there in the world. I’ve experienced so little. Months ago, when I stood on top of Pilot Mountain, I saw so much and I saw so far, but I still saw so little.
I used to live in Germany as a kid, but I hardly remember anything about it. This world is so large, and I wish to see it all. There is so much out there.
So many souls.
So many lives.
So many stories.
We must discover the world for ourself.