Sunday, March 6, 2011

When is it real....?

Going to another country.....sounds great right? not if your being sent there cause you just got out of rehab and your parents dont think you can handle the real world. I was ticked. A mouth in a 3rd world country digging in the sand for nothing that i care about, excellent. I let everyone know through my body langue and looks that if any of them tried to be my friend i might kill them. The whole 27 hour flight, the drive on the bus all of it, alone. But then the dig began. Coming from the spoiled life that I was used to the dirt and I were not getting alone at all. I worked with two boy. One a short little red head and one a boy that I could have sworn I had seen before. Hours and hours we worked together. Learning about eachother and making small chit chat. And then one day on the bus driving back I realized, it was him. Some how that little boy from the carnival had ended up on the other side of the world with me as a par5t of my excivading group. Fate.....