I was talking with a friend the other day about those missionary agencies that send people to 3rd world countries to help teach the kids there and build homes. I talked about someday adopting a child from a 3rd world country and bringing him here. She asked my why I would adopt a child from another country and not here. I told her that the child that was born in the United States already has a great start on life. That child has every opportunity available at his or her fingertips. As for the 3rd world child, he has nothing. At very least I would feel that I would be making a bigger difference in the life of 3rd world child than in the life of one lucky enough to be born on this soil.

Her father was hospitalized last friday. We were suppose to go to a formal event but I wasn't sure if I should go without her. I didn't want my other friend to think I was only going because of my first friend. But I figured that I couldn't do anything for her anyway so I went. I had nothing to say. No words of comfort. I can't even imagine what she is going through. I want to send her flowers or chocolates. I want to take her out to dinner or to the mall. But that all seems trivial. Ridiculous that any of those things would make her feel better. So what do I do? Wait and Listen and Be there when she calls? Ok, I can do that.

On another note, he called and left a message, wishing me a Happy Thanksgiving and to see if I was busy over the holiday weekend. Luckily i'm uber busy or I just might have called him back. Don't worry, I'm not planning to call him or see him.

Fortunately enough Andi will be coming back one last time and she has a way of taking my mind off things. I'm so excited!

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