September 2009
38 posts
“sleep on now, that opportunity is lost forever, you cannot alter it, but arise...”
“the right to adequate food is central to the ability to enjoy and excercise all other human rights. if a person is chronically hungry and malnourished. he or she cannot meaningfully enjoy the other inalienable rights of life.”
“there is no longer an excuse for famine anywhere.”
“logically, a government that can mobilize and sustain a modern army with over one...
three weeks of tour down. seven more to go. yikes.
i feel exhaustion at a level i’ve never felt before. i’ve felt frustration at a level i’ve never felt before…
but it’s all good. i’m still incredibly grateful that i was given this opportunity. i’ll be honest, though…i will be absolutely stoked after our last screening. it’s going to feel...
talitha koum.
little girl, get up.
los angeles. minneapolis. lynchburg. austin.
all places i could potentially live and thrive after tour is over. all viable options, all places that could really further my goals and what i really want to do.
i consider it a huge blessing that i’ve been able to meet the people i’ve met in order to have these options, but sometimes…i wish i didn’t have so many options. i...
j-wheelz just sent out an email to the nomads giving an update on tour.
so far, we’ve raised enough money to bring out two refugees.
two lives that will be completely turned upside down in the best way possible. two more people like joseph that will get to live the life that they, as human beings, deserve.
thank you.
Watch
you have a big heart and a beautiful mind, and i really really like that you are in my life.
last night was terrible. i had a bit of a meltdown and i just wanted to go home.
but today was the best day of tour so far (by far), and one of the most encouraging days in my recent history.
we did a screening at this tiny church in san antonio. i honestly didn’t expect it to go well at all, but i was wrong. the congregation was so small, but every single one of them was so receptive and...
Watchmy buddy joseph.
he is the reason i’m doing what i’m doing. i can’t forget that.
it’s the possibility of certain things happening that makes life so interesting. and kind of, right now, what’s fueling me. i think this might be unhealthy, but i don’t care too much about that.
we are currently staying with a 60 something year old man named russ, whose cat’s name is pizza. russ has been playing showtunes on the piano for at least 25 minutes and before that he was telling us about his time in the peace corps in fiji. tomorrow he is coming to our screening.
this absolutely makes up for how horrible tour felt last night.
i am getting to meet the most fascinating...
i am crying because i do not have a place to sleep tonight and i am tired. i’m sitting in an ihop parking lot in el paso, texas wondering what the hell i’m doing.
today was the most interesting screening we’ve had so far, and probably the most interesting we’ll have. it was at this library in downtown colorado springs called the penrose library. it was a normal library, but it had lots of old war documents hanging on the wall and old propaganda posters. the security guard who let us in saw our “Run DMZ shirts” and told us that he...
i think the only way i’m going to get through the rest of tour with any sanity is remembering that i did this so i could grow and learn and do something i’m passionate about and not to appease my teammates and become their best friends. because i just can’t do that.
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this is joseph. joseph is 19 and goes to school in virginia and plans on going to harvard in a couple years. joseph plays soccer and does ridiculous magic tricks and is a dance master. joseph taught me how to use chop sticks and how to say “thank you” in korean. joseph makes me laugh, really, really hard.
joseph is a north korean refugee. his father died of starvation, his sister went to china...
etc., etc., then finally disintegrating into a wild talkfest and yellfest and finally songfest with people rolling on the floor in laughter and ending with alvah and coughlin and i going staggering up the quiet college street arm in arm singing “eli eli” at the top of our voices and dropping the empty jug right at our feet in a crash of glass, as japhy laughed from his little door.
