I really do wonder when all of this will end.
Today my english teacher asked for a show of hands.
..The hands of who weren't worried about anything.
I was one of two people who raised their hand.
The other was a jock, I don't know much about him.
So I'll just leave it at that.

Tonight..
I felt like such a dad.
I felt like such a good uncle.
I felt like a human being.
I felt good.

My sister, her kids, and my mom and I were at a local supermart.
My mom was off somewhere, I was with my sister and her kids.
Well, my sister found someone she knew. So she stopped.
Kaylin (my niece) is sick and was coughing up a storm.
I picked her up and we went to look for a drinking fountain.
One fourth of a way there, she pukes all over my shoulder.
She started to cry and get upset, but I reassured her that everything was fine.
I continued to find the drinking fountain, because I knew the bathrooms were right by them.
Three fouths of the way there, she pukes all over me again.
So I take her into the men's restroom..
And there we sit. Me trying to calm her down because she's starting to cry.
Meanwhile I'm rushing to a stall to grab wads of toilet paper.
Mind you, I have puke all over my pants and shirt.
So I run the water faucet and tell her to do whatever she wants with it.
And I start sopping up all this disgusting, snotty, barf that is all over her shorts and shirt and legs.
I'm proud of myself, because not once did I think about myself until she was taken care of.
She was worried about what her mom would think/do about her barf-filled clothes.
I kept reassuring her that everything was fine, and that you can't control those things.
The sweetheart even refused to let me hold her when we went to find her mom because she didn't
want to barf all over my clothes again. I think she felt bad about it.
But, I don't care, and I let her know that.

We were there to pick up a prescription for her anyway. And it took forever.
So I ended up going out to the car with my niece and nephew.
My nephew and I played with a toy car for a while.
And then my niece and I tap danced and played 'ballerina' for a while.
Well, for a LONG while..

And then somehow the conversation came up and I ended up telling my sister about me and God.
She says the day she got baptized she was praying for me a lot.
I had a lot of people on my side during that whole time.
It's no surprise this all occured.
She tried to stop herself from crying right there.. heh. She succeeded.
But when we got back home and she was leaving back to her apartment she hugged me and said
she had to go home and cry about the whole thing now. ;)