Bird Brains and Humans (Spring 2000)

Most of you may not know this but I found a baby bird a while back. My brother and I tried to put it back in to its nest but the ladder couldn't reach, so I decided to take the time and take care of it. After feeding it, giving it shelter, and playing with the chubby clumsy little creature for a week, it was strong enough to fly away.

After taking the time to help this tiny bird, then watching the creature finally fly away from me, I started thinking about life. Even though this bird would shit on me (like humans sometimes do to others) I still took care of it. I know this bird won't remember me, but I do know I made an impact on its life. What I'm getting to is, I realized a few things about life and myself.

Learning the intense power and the awesome feeling from helping this bird, if I'm able, I will give my time or love to any person who asks for it, or that I see may need it. Even if you may have shit on me like that bird did, it just gives me a good feeling knowing that I can make an impact on someone's life.

We all know life is too short not to be happy. Life is also too short not to care about one another. So why does most of humanity avoid doing it?

(Helping people smile. Summer of 1999)

I know that I may seem strange sometimes, but I'm really not as bad as most people think. It's understandable that people are sometimes judged by how they dress or look. Just look at me. I have a bald head, a goatee, and sometimes I dress like a scum while wearing dark sunglasses. Some people think I'm a skinhead or something, but what the hell do they know? On a few occasions, I've done simple things that surprised people that made me feel good.

One time Ryan and I went to McDonalds in the mall. A black lady was working over the counter serving us and I could tell that she wasn't having a good day. After my bald headed ass got my food, I smiled at the lady and said, "Thank you. Have a nice day." As I walked away, she had a smile on her face and told Ryan that I was the first person to say that to her all day.
(In a way that is so damn sad)
This just goes to show that small acts of politeness can make a person's day.
I've learned in Social Psychology (Spring 2001) that it's easier for people to bitch about someone than to give compliments. It's really not that hard to make people feel good about them selves. I'm just tired of all the bitching.

(Holding the Door. Summer of 1999)

Sometimes I do this and it seems to freak people out? Like I said before, I know that sometimes I look like a punk, but looks are sometimes deceiving. For example, when I go to the gas station, I enjoy holding the door open for people even if it takes them a short while to get to it. Sometimes the people I hold the door for seem shocked. Like it's abnormal for someone that looks like me to hold a stupid door open. I will admit that sometimes you can judge a book by its cover, but not all the time. I just think it's interesting how society puts this program in our heads where we determine who and what a person is before we even get to know them.