Like Timone, I want to put my hands in the air and say "it starts". The war has begun, man v.s school. It's kind of exciting actually, putting on war paint, wearing a loin cloth and doing all those cool fighting moves I've seen in action movies. My kind of war.
In my long-term plans for this war of getting educated, I had an epiphany; medical school. I see no reason why not, and (almost sheepishly) liked the idea of earning a respectable salary. A champion decision indeed.
A few weeks ago in our stake conference, we were invited to pick a friend of ours, and to pray for them every night in hopes that they will find the gospel and accept it. I chose my old guitar teacher, a short middle-aged southern man with a smokers cough, a mutilated left hand and a short fuse. The guitar obeys him. His lessons were brutal, but that somehow made me love the man. He's always stuck out in my memory as someone that I wanted to remember. There is a lot more to the story, but basically, he needs the church.
I have kept that commitment to pray for him nightly. I really loved the guy. Now, I feel like it's time to do something. I need to find him and somehow, I have no idea where is lives now days, and I have no idea what to say. Perhaps just start talking. Golly heaven knows that I want him to feel something, I just hope that gets through. And if not, then I did my best. I'd be fine with that.
All this sounds like a great adventure, right! Medical school, an academic war, cyber-proselyting, now all we need is a villain and a western-style shoot out! I can't wait to wake up tomorrow and give it all I got.
Join forces with me and my school experiences and you'll have your villain and a shoot out alright! ;)
ReplyDeleteThat's a fantastic plan, praying for someone nightly. I like it. :)
You can do it, Spence! You have amazing dedication, smarts and stick-to-it-iveness. You. Rock.
ReplyDeleteI also didn't know what a good writer you are! I was cracking up with this.