"WHAT WOULD YOU DO?" MONDAY (#7)

Hopefully my posted pictures on Friday's blog entry made up for the lengthy commentary. But as I had said in my opening statement, my first Pride experience was important to me. I wanted to share it. So now reality sets back in as I start my first full week back home, doing my internship work and hitting the books head on in my Art History class. And alas, the mondaneness of my life stomps forward again, with unclear sight as to what lies ahead. I so miss the companionship of my friends. This is the one time I am probably thankful for cellphones. I can at least stay in touch 'whenever.' I miss ALL of YOU GUYS and you know who you are.

I have one big dream and that is to get all of you in one location for one hell'uva time! Do you think I can pull it off? Honestly?! Game for Hawaii?

Now let's get to today's post. It's Monday! Hopefully you all had a great weekend. It's time again for my "WHAT WOULD YOU DO?" post. Today's question, I hope, is meant to be thought-provoking. It is:

If you had an opportunity to make one lasting impression to the world, one that you would always be remembered for, what would you do?

I laid in bed last night thinking about this. I so often do. See part of what stirs inside me, that eats at me daily it seems, that makes me restless, is finding my purpose here in this world. In reality I know what it is and my faith speaks of it. But I guess I have always had a bit of the "Doubting Thomas" syndrome. See, I tend to place a need for some acknowledgment on my accomplishment - the human side of me I guess. I can't begin to explain how many times I have come close to doing some volunteer work for a few years in a place like Africa, India, or South America doing some type of work with underprivileged children to enrich their lives, to provide them with a moments peace and dignity, to place a smile on a face so often left hollow and empty. But inevitably, fears have overcome me. Fear of being in harms way, fear of leaving my own family behind, fear of my health, fear of the loss of personal comforts. But do you see how really these fears are drown from selfishness of sorts. I wish I could step beyond those fears. I keep thinking that there is a world out there so much richer for me. Am I making some sense here or merely rambling? Anyway, my desire would be to make myself available to help underprivileged children and if that lead to some type of remembrance for my actions, all the better.

Maybe one day, after digging deep within for that courage, I'll go for it! Who knows, maybe my answer lies here in my own 'neighborhood.' So let me hear what you'd do to be remembered.