I spent the weekend in Rockford. It was nice. I felt like it was another weekend of planning the future, securing living arrangements and planning part-time jobs.
We got to spend time training more for the 5k, coming up in one month; this time with Sarah as our cheerleader and trainer.
We also got to see Alex Powell, and he was as sweet as ever. I love that little kid with all of my heart. I can only imagine how his aunt feels. Jordan is so great with him, especially for a 23-year-old. I love seeing her take care of him. Such a great aunt.
I wish my instincts weren't still fueled by such testosterone. I find that in my urge to protect those I love from danger, I find myself drawn to violence; that I would retaliate, an eye for an eye. This is not my heart, this is not who I wish to be. It makes me no better than those I would wish to counter-act. You cannot solve violence with violence. You cannot end war with more war. I know this. I believe this. I feel it deep down. I believe that only love will ever be an answer, and if I believe that firmly enough... then I must live it, as well, no matter what. Yet I still hope I'm never tested on my convictions.
