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Once or Twice in a thousand years,
We have learned by sad experience that it is the nature and disposition of all men as soon as they get a little authority, as they suppose, they will immediately begin to exercise unrighteous dominion,
No other has had so profound an influence on all who have lived and well yet live on the earth,
Como es que habeis olvidado?,
Why are you breathing?,
I have a dream,
To argue with a person who has renounced the use of reason is like giving medicine to the dead,
The unexamined life is not worth living,
Hide not your talents, they for use were made. What’s a sun-dial in the shade?,
Every generation needs a new revolution,
A witty saying proves nothing.

Once upon a time I was sitting in front of my computer. I have been sitting here listening to Doo Wop for the past five minutes trying to figure out what it is exactly that I wish to get across. I could give a recap on the day’s passing. I could do what Robin does so well and tell a story, but I think that everyone is still reeling from Ballraderie. I guess that I could post a funny picture, but I don’t have any. Maybe I will just ramble on forever? Or maybe I should just share a lesson learned from a lifetime ago.

Some say that to every time there is a season, or to every season there is a time, or maybe I just made that up, but who cares. The point is that things belong where they belong. Some people argue that things belong for a reason, some argue that they don’t. The latter tend to commit suicide more easily than the first (unless the first thinks that the razor is next to the full bathtub for a reason. I certainly do, I shave in the tub, but that is different). Coincidence is a very interesting word. According to the dictionary, it means: A remarkable concurrence of events or circumstances without apparent causal connection. The originates from the latin “coincidentia.” It roughly means: occupation of the same space. We also get the word coincide (to be in agreement) from this word. Who cares? I once met a man that was adamant about things happening for a reason. He said that he didn’t believe in coincidences. I know most of you may have stopped reading because you think that this is going to be like “Signs,” or “I am Legend,” but just hear me out. I biked many a road with this man. On the outside, he was one of the gruffest characters I had ever set my eyes on. If you crossed him, he would be all over you in the blink of an eye. He had a great heart though. He wanted more than ever to get along with everyone and he would do his best to help others. I played a game of fuss-ball with him and he taught me something interesting. He asked me if I believed in coincidences, and I said, sure I mean just because the phone rings when my hot pocket finishes its nuclear processing doesn’t mean that I should wear brown shoes or anything. He looked at me like I was a complete moron and I think he actually said that I was one, well if it wasn’t at that point in time, then it was definitely at another time. That is the end of the story. Now to switch tunes. I have seen some things that have made me absolutely sick to my stomach. I have been involved in atrocities that I was powerless to stop. All I could do was cry. I can not even count the amount of times that I shed tears during my mission as I seemed to wade through the filth that was misery. One of the more gut wrenching moments was the fact that we made frequent visits to the Battered Women Shelter. After a few visits there I could not believe what sadness is involved for those women. I do not know if it is the way I was raised or if it is just from experience (or as some people say, just coincidence), but one of the things that I can just not tolerate is abuse of women. You may call me a sucker, but seeing a girl miserable or crying or saddened in any way, will get to me faster than anything. I wish that I could more fully share the happiness that was mine as my companion and I helped as much as we could with these poor women. I can remember one moment in brilliant technicolor as I processed with horror the news that I had just heard. One of my best friends had killed himself, leaving his wife with a newborn baby and three other kids to raise by herself. All I wanted was to be there, I would have given anything to have been able to help her, but I was long gone, in a land far, far, away. Although I knew that she would receive much help from the people closest to her, I still could only feel that I had to help. Of course the thought came later, what would you have done? To this, I have no answer. I know everyone is reading this thinking, what the heck is Sean talking about? This is the most random thing I have ever read in my life. Sometimes I feel that I am placed in situations where I can help, but my mind won’t let me help to my full potential. Throughout my whole life, I had this mentality, it is coincidence. It does not have to be specifically me. There are others that can do what I can do, but better, but then I saw her face, now I’m a believer. Things happen for a reason. This may be quite the most egotistical thing that I have said in a while, but I only say it so that I can prove that it is not just me. I believe that some people that I have met in my life and that I have helped were helped most because of me and whoever else was with me. I don’t want people to think that it was just that person that was helped, but it was mutual or even more so it was biased towards helping me. Everyone does well what they do well. There are no coincidences (well maybe the hot pocket, phone ringing is, but that is not the point here). So I ask you, what is it that you do to help others? Do we have the courage to admit that we aren’t the best suited to help some people at some times? Do we have the sense to help those that we can? I must admit, I can do better. I will try to post some more experiences or situations from my mission with this stupid morals that I got from them unless I get enough people to comment about how much they hate this. Remember to be nice to women, or I will break your legs. I think that I am going to date again, just a random fact.
Os Amo mucho!
Sean

“Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the flowers gone?
Girls have picked them every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?”
- Pete Seeger