Sometimes there are a lot of places I would like to be…
Today, I wish I was in Santa Barbara celebrating Melissa’s birthday with her as we sip cosmo’s and get massages.
Or, sitting on a warm tropical beach surrounded with loved ones and soaking up the sun… perhaps with a cosmo.
Perhaps sitting on the floor with my nephews, and even my soon-to-be niece, playing and attempting to make them belly laugh.
I would love to be hiking through a dense forest on a trail that runs parallel to a babbling brook, taking in the mountain fresh air and the beauty around me.
Or on a boat getting ready to scuba dive and swim with the fish.
But most of all, I wish that I was able to participate in all the searches that go on for missing children. Right now, specifically for Haleigh Cummings. My heart always gets so wrapped up in stories like hers. From Natalee Holloway to Laci Peterson, I have followed it all and I have not missed a beat. I have studied victimology and I have often followed the case through the trials. Perhaps is the feeling that I need to do something to help. Perhaps I see a little part of me in each and every one of them. My heart gets wrapped up in their stories. In the details. In the legal documents. I always feel compelled to help, in some way. It’s heartbreaking to hear these things happen… but for me its also heartbreaking to not be there to be able to help.
… there are two kinds of people. Thinkers, and doers.
I hope that one day I will be in a place that I can be a doer.
