Month: September 2015

Picnic and the Beach

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Today I had gone back to where I had gone to college and had lived for 4 years of my life. I had gone back today for the Sunday school picnic that was put on by the church I had attended while I was I college. 

 It seems like every time I go back, I am in awe of how pretty the area is. I never had gotten tired of it while I lived there. The pictures above don’t even give total justice to how pretty it is there. 

After the picnic I ran to the coast, I was so close and it was still early enough in the day that I just went. Sometimes you just have to go and do it. I am glad I took the time and went to the coast.    

I realize that I have gone to the beach a lot this summer and I really needed them. They have helped me think through and process a lot of things. 


Fourteen Years Later

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I took this excerpt from a post I wrote on one of my other blogs.

I haven’t forgotten that it is September 11th, and while it has been on the hearts and minds of American’s, I haven’t forgotten, but have also chosen to not dwell on the past. It has been 14 years since that day. It has been fourteen years since I was a thirteen year old, eighth grader in Portland, Oregon who woke up to seeing the events unfold on the morning news. It has been fourteen years since that eighth grader, who was old enough to understand what was transpiring nearly 3000 miles away. It has been fourteen years since I watched the second plane hit the second town, and watched both towers collapse on live TV all before going to school.  It has been fourteen years since that eighth grader had to go to school, and try to get through the day while trying to get as much information as possible throughout the day, while some teachers allowed us to listen to the radio, while others chose to proceed with business as usual to try to keep our minds off it, but how could we, this was my generation’s Pearl Harbor. It has been fourteen years since the world as we know it had changed forever. Like the children who were too young fourteen years ago, or have been born since then will never know a Pre – 9/11 world, the same can definite be said about those who were too young to remember, or were born after the bombing of Pearl Harbor that we will never truly know what life was like before it happened. The events of 9/11 are a lesson, much like that of Pearl Harbor. While forgetting about and not learning from it would be a mistake, to dwell on it seems to be unproductive. Today I was wondering, for how many more years will the 9/11 ceremonies and reading of the names of those who lost their lives on that day continue, it can’t and won’t continue forever. I know I probably sound disassociated from it all, largely in part to the fact that I didn’t know anyone at the time who was there, and have only met a couple since who were in the area. I was young when it happened, and I also was at the other end of the country, so yes to some degree disassociated from it. I have been by ground zero, and I have no doubts that it was tragic for those who lost their lives, for those who lost loved ones, and for the nation as a whole. It has had an effect on my life. Time and distance has created that disconnect, like Pearl Harbor, none of my grandparents were even married when Pearl Harbor occurred, and yet, in school I learned about it, and am reminded that December 7th, 1941, “A date will live in Infamy” – FDR, of the events that brought my country into an active role in the Second World War. Having visited the U.S.S Arizona Memorial in Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, and seeing the sunken Arizona, as well as being abroad the U.S.S. Missouri (where the Japanese Instrument of Surrender was signed) made the History, made the history that has transpired many years before become more real. As much as I hate to be the one to say it, like Pearl Harbor, or the Gettysburg Address, or July 4th, 1776, the more time that passes, the more it will become a chapter in history textbooks that students will read because they have to, without any of the emotional and personal attachment to the events that transpired. Today, in my part of the world and in my life, Today went on like any of the other Friday’s have had in the past six months, Life as usual.

Beach Trip

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I am finally getting around to getting this post written. It was like 10:15 pm by the time we got back. 

Yesterday my parents and I had gone to the beach. My dad had mentioned to my mom that I knew a good spot that wasn’t super crowded. So we went to my favorite place, and I drove out to the beach. 

We had hung out at the beach for a while before we went and got food. We then went back to the beach and hung out until the sunset. Around the time the sun set we spotted some whales. I don’t know what type they were but we saw them.   


My mom was hesitant because it was rainy most of the way there, but it cleared up right as we got there.