I went to the library last night on Robb Ave. My intention was to pick up a few books, but it turned into me having to call 911...
There were some kids there screwing around, two in particular were being very rude and disrespectful, they were using foul language and generally being morons. They focused on a young girl in particular, harassing her and really making her uncomfortable. She was sitting at one of the computers trying to ignore them, but they weren't letting up.
The librarian came over to them and told them they needed to go sit down and behave, or else she would ask them to leave. Well the one started mouthing off right away to her, almost daring her to do something. There was a woman there with two young kids, and she started lecturing the two idjits about the language they were using and their behavior, and they turned and started cussing at her.
This is where I stepped in. I put myself between the kids and the woman and politely asked them to leave. They stopped jabbering and looked at me. I repeated it, I said "the librarian asked you to leave, please do so." One of them looked at me and said 'Why do I need to leave, I'm not doing anything."
I said "You're being rude and disrepectful, and you're disturbing everyone else in here. Please leave now or I will call the police." He made as if to shove me, and I stepped closer to him to get him off balance. He wasn't expecting that, and I moved closer - this forced him to back up towards the door, which was my intention. The other one said - who was all of a sudden very quiet - "Go ahead and call the cops, I don't care."
I took out my phone and called 911, while herding them towards the door. They kept backing up and out the door. The dispatcher came on, and I told her what was happening and described the two kids. They started mouthing again, but this time they were getting on their bikes and headed for the street. The last I saw them they took off down the street. I told the dispatcher this, and she said she'd let the Cheviot Police know.
I went back in to the library and both the woman and the librarian thanked me for stepping in. The librarian said she's had trouble with these two before, and this time she will contact their school and tell them they are not permitted back into the library.
Where's the respect anymore? This generation of kids seems to have not the slightest ounce of respect for anyone or anything other than themselves? Is it home life? TV? Internet? I don't know. But what I do know is that if I had behaved anything like most kids today, my dad would have whaled the tar out of me. But you can't do that these days, that's child abuse. Bull. I had my fair share of spankings when I was a kid, and I'm not a crazed serial killer...
I'll probably stop back at the library tonight, just to be sure those kids aren't causing more problems.
30 January 2008
21 January 2008
A thought on sin
The other day I had a thought… Because of where I was and what I was doing, I wasn’t able to pursue it to a meaningful end, but last night I was able to spend some good God time and dig into it.
There’s this idea I’ve had about Jesus; I know He gave his life for not just my sins, but the sins of you and everyone else. Without His death on the cross, we wouldn’t be freed from the burden of our sin. The thought I had trouble wrapping my head around is if He died knowing He would rise in three days, what does it prove?
So I was thinking about that and letting my mind wander over it, and asking God to guide me to a new understanding. He led me to 2 Corinthians 5:21 which says “God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.” There is the meaning of His death. That he didn’t just die only to come back three days later, but Jesus became our sins, took them upon Him so that our sins would die with Him. He chose pain, humiliation, torture, degradation, and abuse so that we would have eternal life.
So why would He willingly suffer through all that? God created all of us in His image, and His love for us is far beyond any of our comprehension. Jesus took all our sins on, because of that love, and because cleansing sin requires sacrifice, He became that sacrifice. His death and resurrection is a clear statement to us: We can have that same resurrection; we can be reborn pure and clean and without sin.
My prayer for all of us, you, me, and everyone, is that we surrender ourselves to God’s love, because Love Wins
There’s this idea I’ve had about Jesus; I know He gave his life for not just my sins, but the sins of you and everyone else. Without His death on the cross, we wouldn’t be freed from the burden of our sin. The thought I had trouble wrapping my head around is if He died knowing He would rise in three days, what does it prove?
So I was thinking about that and letting my mind wander over it, and asking God to guide me to a new understanding. He led me to 2 Corinthians 5:21 which says “God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.” There is the meaning of His death. That he didn’t just die only to come back three days later, but Jesus became our sins, took them upon Him so that our sins would die with Him. He chose pain, humiliation, torture, degradation, and abuse so that we would have eternal life.
So why would He willingly suffer through all that? God created all of us in His image, and His love for us is far beyond any of our comprehension. Jesus took all our sins on, because of that love, and because cleansing sin requires sacrifice, He became that sacrifice. His death and resurrection is a clear statement to us: We can have that same resurrection; we can be reborn pure and clean and without sin.
My prayer for all of us, you, me, and everyone, is that we surrender ourselves to God’s love, because Love Wins
18 January 2008
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16 January 2008
Silky like Milky
So I walk into Kroger this morning to get some bananaanananas and I pass a display of Kashi - 2 boxes of GoLean Crunch for $5.00, plus a coupon for a free half-gallon of Silk Soy Milk. Intriguing... I'm not a big fan of soy milk - milk comes from cows, not beans. But for $5.00, what the heck, I eat a box of GoLean a week, so I went for it and I picked up the vanilla flavor Silk, along with 4 bananananananas.
Once I got to work I made myself a bowl of the Kashi and splashed the Silk over it. I looked at the color - it was kinda yellowish, like a pale butter. Not good; I like my milk to be white unless it's chocolate. I tentatively sampled it, and it wasn't bad. A different texture than I'm used to, but the flavor wasn't bad. I polished off the bowl and had a banananananana and now I'm full.
Once I got to work I made myself a bowl of the Kashi and splashed the Silk over it. I looked at the color - it was kinda yellowish, like a pale butter. Not good; I like my milk to be white unless it's chocolate. I tentatively sampled it, and it wasn't bad. A different texture than I'm used to, but the flavor wasn't bad. I polished off the bowl and had a banananananana and now I'm full.
15 January 2008
Work Rant
Argh...
Everyone wants everything done yesterday and can't understand why I didn't have it done before they asked... I swear some of these field reps have no clue about how things work. It takes time to research parts and prices, it takes time to build a quote, and don't get pissy with me when I tell you I need more info than "The client wants a server."
Everyone wants everything done yesterday and can't understand why I didn't have it done before they asked... I swear some of these field reps have no clue about how things work. It takes time to research parts and prices, it takes time to build a quote, and don't get pissy with me when I tell you I need more info than "The client wants a server."
07 January 2008
04 January 2008
I feel like I have so much to say
But I'm not sure of the words. I don’t know how to find the words. I wish I could.
I wish I could fly. I wish I could travel somewhere far away from here. I wish I didn’t feel so broken down and looked down upon some times. I look at myself and think "I am nothing special" But am I much more than I know? Am I much more than I can offer?
I haven't found it yet, but there's a feeling within me of something great, something amazing that could change lives, or maybe just change one life. I just want feel like I've made an impact on something, that I've left a fingerprint somewhere.
There are so many people that I look up to and respect that have shaped my world and have helped me to look at my life differently. I want to have that effect. To touch someone, move someone; move them to tears, move them to change, move them to want to improve themselves and not for others, not for the sake of "being better", but to glorify God, because they've found something shining within themselves that they never knew existed before. That something is inside of all of us. I guess that doesn't make me special, like I thought, but it doesn't make me anything less.
I wish I could fly. I wish I could travel somewhere far away from here. I wish I didn’t feel so broken down and looked down upon some times. I look at myself and think "I am nothing special" But am I much more than I know? Am I much more than I can offer?
I haven't found it yet, but there's a feeling within me of something great, something amazing that could change lives, or maybe just change one life. I just want feel like I've made an impact on something, that I've left a fingerprint somewhere.
There are so many people that I look up to and respect that have shaped my world and have helped me to look at my life differently. I want to have that effect. To touch someone, move someone; move them to tears, move them to change, move them to want to improve themselves and not for others, not for the sake of "being better", but to glorify God, because they've found something shining within themselves that they never knew existed before. That something is inside of all of us. I guess that doesn't make me special, like I thought, but it doesn't make me anything less.
03 January 2008
Really Bad Dream
I woke up at 4 am from a really horrible dream, and I could not get back to sleep. Ever have one of those dreams where it's so extremely vivid you're not quite sure it wasn't real? This was like that.
In the dream, I was downtown for some reason. There were a couple kids I recognized from VWS with me, and one of them came up to me and said they found something on the street. He handed me a vial of crack - red top, glass vial, 5 rocks in it - this was very clear, it was a normal sized vial, but in my hand it looked huge. I took it and put it in my pocket, and said I would bring it to the police.
I thought I was on Vine St. and that there was a police station just a few blocks away, so I began to walk to it. As I walked up Vine, there was a large mob of kids standing on the corner, and they were pretty scary looking, so I crossed the street to avoid them. When I got across the street, there was a cemetery and it was suddenly very dark. A couple kids were walking towards me, they were dressed in very bright red jackets, and laughing about something. One kid had something he was kind of hiding against his body. They passed on my right, and I saw the police station up ahead just past the cemetery. I heard behind me "Hey man, check this out" and as I turned the kid who had something tucked against his body pointed it at me. I felt a huge pressure in my throat and my mouth filled with blood. I fell down and heard one of the kids say "You shot him! You shot him!" I laid there in the street, and the last thing I that went through my mind was "God forgive me, God forgive them" Then it went black and I woke up with my heart pounding.
That really scared me. It took a few minutes for me to realize that I was not actually shot, that I wasn't lying in a street dying. I was literally gasping for breath and checking my throat to see if I had been shot. I have no clue where this came from; I don't normally walk around Over-the-Rhine with vials of crack in my pocket. Maybe I've been watching too much of "The Sopranos" or something.
In the dream, I was downtown for some reason. There were a couple kids I recognized from VWS with me, and one of them came up to me and said they found something on the street. He handed me a vial of crack - red top, glass vial, 5 rocks in it - this was very clear, it was a normal sized vial, but in my hand it looked huge. I took it and put it in my pocket, and said I would bring it to the police.
I thought I was on Vine St. and that there was a police station just a few blocks away, so I began to walk to it. As I walked up Vine, there was a large mob of kids standing on the corner, and they were pretty scary looking, so I crossed the street to avoid them. When I got across the street, there was a cemetery and it was suddenly very dark. A couple kids were walking towards me, they were dressed in very bright red jackets, and laughing about something. One kid had something he was kind of hiding against his body. They passed on my right, and I saw the police station up ahead just past the cemetery. I heard behind me "Hey man, check this out" and as I turned the kid who had something tucked against his body pointed it at me. I felt a huge pressure in my throat and my mouth filled with blood. I fell down and heard one of the kids say "You shot him! You shot him!" I laid there in the street, and the last thing I that went through my mind was "God forgive me, God forgive them" Then it went black and I woke up with my heart pounding.
That really scared me. It took a few minutes for me to realize that I was not actually shot, that I wasn't lying in a street dying. I was literally gasping for breath and checking my throat to see if I had been shot. I have no clue where this came from; I don't normally walk around Over-the-Rhine with vials of crack in my pocket. Maybe I've been watching too much of "The Sopranos" or something.
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