OK so yesterday I got in my car to go to work, and the radio was tuned to 107.7 The Bone; they were playing some power ballad, interspersed with audio clips of a man talking about his child's illness, and how Children's Hospital had saved his son's life. The radio station is doing a fundraiser, and I nearly called in to donate yesterday, but I was driving, and busy, and besides they wanted a promise of $20 a month instead of a one-time donation, and so on.
So today I got in my car, and they were still going - except this time, it was a woman, talking about her baby, who weighed 2.2 pounds at birth, and they had interspersed it with JOURNEY... Don't Stop Believing. And I realized, as I was driving towards Jamba Juice and Starbucks for my morning necessities, that I could probably forgo one or two mornings of smoothies and coffee TO SAVE A CHILD'S LIFE, and then I even thought "what if it was your little baby that you probably want to have some day, huh?", so I called, because of the power of Journey. And guilt. But mostly Journey.
But now they're interspersing SWEET CHILD O' MINE with a LITTLE GIRL talking about being extra tired after soccer practice, and that is when I turned the radio OFF because there is such a thing as just TOO MUCH. I mean seriously.
Anyhow, yay for little babies, and their well-being and stuff. I'm officially on spring break now, so I get to spend tonight and tomorrow morning attempting to memorize the RICA prep book, and then take the test tomorrow afternoon and then go to a concert. And then do my next assignment for NDNU, and grade everything for all of my students, and write up lesson plans for the next six weeks, and finish the summer school/fall scheduling, and mail that out, and do more NDNU work, and then go back to work. :P
I love the description here-- the gentle giant who is a buffer against the mad excitement, the shark fin of a red mohawk, and the need to embrace the danger of that chaos even if you shouldn't.
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Cheers!