To all of the infamous Waterbloggers and also to those few random people that just happen to look at a particular wall at Cheese Burger, Cheese Burger, I would just like to say, hello. It has been a long time since I have made a serous post on this site. Looking at the post counts, it looks like I have been left in the dust my a few Authors. I suppose that a post from me is long overdue. I recently returned from my two year mission this past August. I spent a very brief and limited time back in Alabama and as many of you might have noticed, I did not spend much time with any of you. An hour here, a couple of hours there. Now I am going to be coming back in a few weeks and it is looking as if things may play out exactly the same for Christmas break. I don’t want anyone to feel as if I am trying to be rude on purpose, but I have gone the past 2 years without seeing my family what-so-ever. I was only allowed to call them 4 times with a time limit of 45 minutes each time. I guess that it would be an understatement to say that I miss them and that there is a lot of catching up that I would like to do with them. I will try to do my best to juggle my time when I am home, but I must confess I felt like I was absolutely going crazy as I was being ripped every which way when I got home in August. It is like you are standing still and you try to walk on board a bullet train that is going a few hundred miles an hour, and then everyone says, “What is up man? Why are you acting so weird? Can’t you keep up?” That is the best way that I can describe coming home. I think my brother put it even better when he likened me unto the guy from the Shawshank Redemption that spent his entire life in prison and killed himself when he got released because he didn’t know what to do with his life. Now, I am not writing this because I am having suicidal tendencies at the moment, but only because it made me laugh when he said it and at the same time it felt true. Over the past few months I have come to realize that I do need to move on with my life and that I can not dwell on these past two years and the experiences I have had, but it is hard. If only I could even just begin to explain about the people I met, the friends I made, the friends I lost, the tears, the miracles, the lives that were changed because of a couple of teenage boys and how much my life was changed as well, but I have no idea how to. Something that is interesting is that starting after my first month I kept a daily record of my mission. Some would go as far as to call it a journal. Every day between September 2005 and August of 2007 is carefully documented and stored away safe and sound with all of my thoughts and feelings. All of the hardships, struggles, victories, moments of success and heartbreak is all there. I might share some with the community, but if I do chances are that it will be highly censored and very minimal content, only because some of these are not truly my stories to go and place on the internet.
On a more positive note, I want to wish everyone a Happy Season of Winter and Holidays and I hope that everyone is doing well. If any of you need anything you can still contact me and I will do my best to help out. I became an excellent mover after much experience (I must have moved dozens of people in and out of houses.) I love you all.

“Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day
Earth’s joys grow dim; its glories pass away
Change and decay in all around I see;
Oh thou who changest not abide with me!”
- Henry F. Lyte