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#Shoftek!

The boys were at my parent's house today and they carved a pumkin. The oldest carved a typical Jack O Lantern, measurements were perfect and very maticulus. The younger carved "I love daddy". Somehow it gets harder and harder to talk to them. Last October, after the oral argument and the optimism of the attorneys, I though I would be home by Christmas. I was so confident so I told the kids. Christmas passed last year and part of me feels like I failed them. Since then it has been harder and harder to talk to them. They go to my parent's house every week end except for the weekend they are coming to visit me. Last time I talked with them was when the dog died. I am rambling and I am not sure why.

I used to work in a nursing home. I was activity coordinator played Bingo with old people to earn my paycheck. I would cheat sometime and let them win because they were real sad. I would have to yell real loud because no one could hear. This is where I learned to hangout with old people. Every time I see an elederly person in Church or a social gethering, I would sit with them and share my experiences.

This story was during my undergrad. We were all studing at the library till 2:00 AM. On the way home, we stopped by Denny's. There was a homeless guy who was sleeping on the side walk. He tried to come in the door but the staff wanted to kick him out. I told them, let me just get him some food before you kick him out. I bought him some food and ended taking him to the bus stop so he can rest inside. My friends though that I was crazy to give a homeless person a ride. I always believed that God will protect me. I am ramblin again.

Sometimes I feel like a horrible father because of the broken promise. I haven't forgiven myself for that. After a while sadness turn into anger.

I know you always shared so I though I also share so you know a bit more about me.

Here is a funny one:
I was 2 hours late to my university of Florida medical school interview. I was up all night tutoring 2 people in Organic Chemistry because it was an important test for them. And here is a secret that no one knows:
A girl who I used to talk to in college. We both had a crush on each other but never worked out at all. She was either with some one or I was busy so nothing was ever serious. We ended just being close friends, nothing more. The secret is I sat in front of her during a chemistry test pretending I was in the class, took the test and wrote her name on it. She got the highest grade and set the the curve for the class. No one ever believe that she can get that grade. She ended up developing schizophrania, became a drug addict and she is now confined in a Florida institution. I really feel bad for her. She fell out of medical school twice.

How is your evening?