I haven’t written in here in awhile. Honestly, I’ve just been too busy going out. Seeing friends. Pulling all those pieces that fell apart back together. I’ve finally started mending myself after a broken month, but lately I’ve just tired myself to delirium to try not to deal with life. I don’t know. Maybe I need a vacation. I could probably also use a bicycle.

Today I saved a third grader from the monkey bars. No joke. I walked out of my class with a small group of students and noticed some kids on the playground, a couple of them that I used to work with but aren’t in the program anymore. One called out to me and said the boy was stuck. He was scared to get down. I asked him to hang tight and that I would take my class where they needed to be and come right back.

Bound and determined, I knew I wouldn’t leave without getting him down (he was probably nine feet in the air). After about 10 minutes, I finally talked him into climbing down. It wasn’t a big feat. Nothing really major. But as I stood under those bars, finding anyway I could to try to get him to trust me, to make him believe I wouldn’t let him fall, I finally figured out that I was exactly where I needed to be, doing exactly what I needed to do.

You’ll understand.