Today, I went to the driving range with a buddy of mine that I haven't seen in ages. He's a younger cat, but in high-school, we hung out all the time... and everyday during summer of my jr year. He's just one of those guys that you can hit off anytime with from wherever you left off. You guys laugh at the same stuff, share interests, and just be straight up ridiculous with. That's so rare to find in life, you gotta cherish those people, no matter what the other differences are.
Out of the 30-something balls I swung at, I ended up hitting probably 5 of them past 50 yards... and STILL got blisters. Screw golf. Still, I've missed these kinds of times and I hope there's more to come in the future. It's been a lawn time buddy. Too lawn. Bahaha.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Friday, May 13, 2011
Trenton
Trenton... what can I say about this guy? A lot it turns out. So one Sunday afternoon at the Brittain dining hall on campus, I met a dude while watching the nba playoffs on the big screen. We struck up a conversation about the game and then got to know each other in the process.
Trenton came down from Chicago with his brother not too long ago, because he said there were supposed to be "better opportunities and real good weather." Funny, because we now both know that the weather in Atlanta is like HOT FIRE THAT SWEATS. What a terrible combo. As we talked about Chicago I got to tell him how much I liked it there when I visited last summer. He mentioned that he was from the south-side, near the area I stayed at in Chinatown once, so we connected on that. Chicago is one of those cities where it feels very homey... and everyone there wants to be there. It seemed like he missed it quite a bit.
As for opportunities, when I got around to asking him, he told me about his dream to become a mechanic. He wanted to go to Atlanta Technical College (hopefully, he said) and one day own his own shop... and he wanted to do it because that was his vision of how he could help others. He said he loved the idea that he could build long-lasting relationships with his customers, one day at a time, fixing their cars and helping them out. All of this, is what he is be working towards now.
That blew me away.
To be frank, this guy was too young... and too good to be working in a dining hall, doing the stuff he was doing, and working the hours he was working. Everyone he meets probably asks him how old he is because he looks like a kid. That's the reason why I ended up striking it up with him in the first place too.
I couldn't imagine being in a position like his, from a position like mine. I always thought there were people who had their dreams and were chasing after them hard, but I honestly didn't know many people personally who did. That might come as a shocker, but it really isn't, considering that too much comfort leads to complacency, cockiness, and whatever other negative c word out there applies. His dream was specific and his heart was set on it. Although I've never wanted to be a mechanic, I wanted to be like Trenton in that moment, having his heart, his desire to serve people one day... driving the things he was doing now. Who knows if he is a believer, but I want to live my life the way he does, for higher purposes rather than earthly ones...
As the game on the screen started to get a bit more exciting our conversation paused for a bit. We both shook our heads in amazement after another Memphis Grizzlies' basket was fueling an improbable underdog comeback. After a while, Trenton said he had to get back to work. While we exchanged our it-was-nice-to-meet-yous... I couldn't help but feeling like I had just met a legend in the making.
I looked towards the screen and Memphis was now on top. Trenton was like the Memphis team, grinding it out against the bigger dogs of this world, and I was rootin for him. There's a reason we always cheer for the underdogs to get to the top. They're the ones who make the most with what they have... when they have any success, they always remember where they came from first and try to identify and give back. May I be someone who always remembers where I come from, making the most of what I've been given.
"As he came from his mother’s womb he shall go again, naked as he came, and shall take nothing for his toil that he may carry away in his hand." Ecclesiastes 5:15
Let's go grizzlies!!
Trenton came down from Chicago with his brother not too long ago, because he said there were supposed to be "better opportunities and real good weather." Funny, because we now both know that the weather in Atlanta is like HOT FIRE THAT SWEATS. What a terrible combo. As we talked about Chicago I got to tell him how much I liked it there when I visited last summer. He mentioned that he was from the south-side, near the area I stayed at in Chinatown once, so we connected on that. Chicago is one of those cities where it feels very homey... and everyone there wants to be there. It seemed like he missed it quite a bit.
As for opportunities, when I got around to asking him, he told me about his dream to become a mechanic. He wanted to go to Atlanta Technical College (hopefully, he said) and one day own his own shop... and he wanted to do it because that was his vision of how he could help others. He said he loved the idea that he could build long-lasting relationships with his customers, one day at a time, fixing their cars and helping them out. All of this, is what he is be working towards now.
That blew me away.
To be frank, this guy was too young... and too good to be working in a dining hall, doing the stuff he was doing, and working the hours he was working. Everyone he meets probably asks him how old he is because he looks like a kid. That's the reason why I ended up striking it up with him in the first place too.
I couldn't imagine being in a position like his, from a position like mine. I always thought there were people who had their dreams and were chasing after them hard, but I honestly didn't know many people personally who did. That might come as a shocker, but it really isn't, considering that too much comfort leads to complacency, cockiness, and whatever other negative c word out there applies. His dream was specific and his heart was set on it. Although I've never wanted to be a mechanic, I wanted to be like Trenton in that moment, having his heart, his desire to serve people one day... driving the things he was doing now. Who knows if he is a believer, but I want to live my life the way he does, for higher purposes rather than earthly ones...
As the game on the screen started to get a bit more exciting our conversation paused for a bit. We both shook our heads in amazement after another Memphis Grizzlies' basket was fueling an improbable underdog comeback. After a while, Trenton said he had to get back to work. While we exchanged our it-was-nice-to-meet-yous... I couldn't help but feeling like I had just met a legend in the making.
I looked towards the screen and Memphis was now on top. Trenton was like the Memphis team, grinding it out against the bigger dogs of this world, and I was rootin for him. There's a reason we always cheer for the underdogs to get to the top. They're the ones who make the most with what they have... when they have any success, they always remember where they came from first and try to identify and give back. May I be someone who always remembers where I come from, making the most of what I've been given.
"As he came from his mother’s womb he shall go again, naked as he came, and shall take nothing for his toil that he may carry away in his hand." Ecclesiastes 5:15
Let's go grizzlies!!
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