Flashback Friday

This picture was taken the summer of my freshman year of high school.  I went to a Catholic high school my freshman and sophomore year and was part of group called L.I.F.E.  It stood for Living In Faith Enthusiastically.  I can’t help but smile when I type that.  I don’t care how faithful you are – that is a cheesy anagram. I believe my freshman year was the year the group started and I just checked the high school website and they are still living enthusiastically!

That summer, about 10 – 15 of us from the group went to the Winnebago Indian Reservation in Nebraska.  We were there for a week or two – I don’t remember exactly, and during that time we did some physical labor and if memory serves, I believe we were supposed to teach Christianity to some of the kids that lived on the Reservation.  I have no idea how these kids came to be signed up for the classes – if their parents signed them up, if it was through school, the kids wanted to go or it was just something for the kids to do.

When I think back on this now, I have absolutely no idea who the 15 year old girl is in that picture.  And I’m not referring to my permed hair, the 20 years less of aging on my face or the brown flats I had on with shorts (damn I loved those shoes).  When I joined the L.I.F.E. Group, I did it because all of my friends were doing it and I got out of class once a week or something.  I probably wasn’t the best representative of the organization, but it just goes to show how easily persuaded I was.

For me, going to Winnebago was one of the perks of being in the group because I had always wanted to be a teacher and this was going to be my first opportunity to scholar some children!  However, if I was 20 years older, I would have never tried to influence any child’s religious beliefs.  In retrospect, I find it appalling that we were sent there to teach children Christian beliefs.  I didn’t know any better because I was a dumb teenager.  We had no right to do that and all I can hope is that the parents of each of the children signed them up, knowing full well what would be going on.

I’m not going to go off on some anti-religion rant.  To each their own.  But I do think that this depicts how I feel about religion pretty accurately.

 

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Is it Karma?

I’m not a religious person.  I guess you could say I’m spiritual and I try to abide by the Golden Rule, but organized religion is lost on me.  I would never condemn anyone for their beliefs in fact, a lot of times I wish I possessed a blind faith, but I always need to know why.  This was sometimes a problem during my Catholic school years.  I specifically remember grilling Father Keith as to why birth control was prohibited for married couples if they couldn’t afford to have a baby.  He mentioned something about abstinence and I countered with asking how couples were supposed to show each other affection.  I was in 8th grade.  I knew nothing of marriage, babies or that abstinence wasn’t always such a bad thing.

This morning on my way to drop Kamryn off at school, I decided that I was going to try and make everyone’s day a little better.  Before I had even pulled into the parking lot at school, I had waved 3 other drivers to go ahead of me at different points along the way.  I usually do that once a morning because not doing it would make me look like a huge asshole.

After I got home, Rory and I played outside for a couple hours.  We played hide-n-seek and I found out that he is a huge cheater.  We played restaurant at the playground and I learned that it’s hard for him to just pretend to eat the woodchips.  Regardless, we both had fun and I’m pretty sure our little extended play time made Rory’s day a little more fun since I’m usually juggling some household chores with bouts of play.

We walked home from picking Kamryn up from school and I allowed 2 other moms with strollers pass while I moved up on the grass.  We were just leisurely walking and these other women appeared to be walking for exercise or maybe they were just really fast walkers.  I know that when I’m running with Rory, it is a pain in the butt to have to maneuver around other people with a stroller so hopefully I made their walk just a bit better.

Let me be clear that I don’t feel like I was going above and beyond what a lot of people do every single day.  I just tend to get a little too wrapped up in my own little world that the people around me tend to pass by in a blur.  It’s not intentional, but I am always trying to think a couple of moves in advance and miss out on the present.   After what happened next, I think I need to reconsider how I go about my daily activities.

I stopped in at the Verizon store because my phone hasn’t been working right lately.  It’s never picking up the 3G signal so I’m not able to be as smart with my smartphone as I wanna be.  I thought the kids had probably unchecked something during one of their sessions of Angry Birds, but for the life of me, I couldn’t figure it out.  Nathan, my Verizon representative today, did some hard resets and some soft resets.  I’m so immature, that I couldn’t help but think of those resets as innuendos and had this stupid smirk on my face. In my defense he said it like 8 times and one time he even said “I gave it the hard reset.”  Seriously…even my grandma would have laughed at that one.

All of those hard resets resulted in me getting a new, upgraded phone!  I don’t have the insurance so I was sure I was going to get told that I had to pay for it, but unbeknownst to me, my phone was still under warranty…for exactly 19 more days.  So I have to ask; did all my good deeds get me a new phone?  I looked Karma up on Wikipedia and I’m pretty sure this isn’t what Karma really means, but I’m going to give it a go again tomorrow and see what happens.