Worthless and Weak

Well, a few weeks ago my parents asked me if I would mind coming home one weekend to be with my little brother (aka drive him places). Naturally, I accepted. Yesterday, my older brother asked me if I would drive him to the Manchester airport. So, I drive him to the airport, (or rather drive the car back). A few minutes after I left the airport, I heard a song that I thought was playing in the background on the radio. When I heard it again, I realized that my brother forgot his cell phone, and he was trying to call it so I would go back. I drive back to the airport, and spend probably and extra 20 minutes or so doing that. Upon driving home, I realize that I should probably go directly to my little brother's school, because it was time for me to pick him up. But, I had to kill about 10 minutes there, altough there still wasn't much point to me going home. Then I drive my little brother to a Youth Group sleepover in Wayland, hang out there for about an hour, then drive back home. I have to pick him up tomorrow, and drop him off and pick him up at school again.

Anyway, usually when I have to spend the weekend home with my little brother, my parents will ususally leave money for pizza or something. This time, they just said "we've got lunch meat in the fridge, make sub sandwiches. We have pizza crusts so you can make your own pizza on Saturday." Lunch meat? Why didn't you leave Ramen noodles? That would be a big difference from what I usually eat.

Anyway, I've complained for a little bit too much right now. So, I apologize for the outburst. I can complain as much as a I want, but I seriously doubt it will make me happy, whereas counting my blessings will. So, to stop talking about things which aren't even bad, I will talk about a blessing.

I met a guy on the train today named Byron. He was a really cool guy, and I was lucky to meet him. I've never had a conversation with anybody on the train before, and its kind of cool to know that there are people out there who care enough to start a conversation with another random person.

Finally, I shall end on a sad note. My youth group leader has had a profound impact on me throughout my high school years. His old youth group leader, Charlie, had much the same effect on him. Yesterday, Charlie was in a terrible car accident in Pennsylvania. He survivied, but he is intensive care in Pittsburg. I've met him a couple of times, and he is a wonderful human being, and he deserves our sympathies, and most of all our prayers. So please, keep him and his family in your prayers tonight.