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Name: Daniel
Birthday: 2/25/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: Writing, Reading books that hurt my brain(in a good way), wrestling with life and God, Justice, Running, Drawing, Music with a solid messege, Peacemaking, HOT DOGS!, Naruto(and drawing it), External HDs,
Expertise: Hot chocolate/Dog expertise,
Occupation: Student
Industry: Hospitality
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Member Since:
11/19/2004
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| It was a day like any other day. The pool was warm and the children were loud and obnoxious. i had just walked over to the primary guard stand to harrass a couple for kanoodling(sp)in the deep end. "this is
a place for families, not for making them." Knowing the profound wittiness was sinking into their animalistic minds i turned smugly to the guard that was sitting on the chair. I had been there long before
I heard a sound behind me that made me turn instantly. yes the sound i heard was what i feared it would be. at the base of the highdive on the pool deck is the curled up figure of a small boy....the explitives i hear from the nearby mother parrallel the terror rising in my heart.
i run over and see him trying to roll over, face contorted in agony. I blow two looong whistles "Call 911, and do it now!". i have reached him now, because i didn't see him fall i don't know if there's a spinal injury. then i begin to see things. there's a 4 inch gash on the kids right shin.....i see the bone quite clearly. i need to
stabilize his body so i try to lie him down as i try to talk him into calming down...then the screaming begins...the screaming that chills me to the bone still today. the kid spits up blood...gloves on. by now other lifeguards have come with first aid and confirmation that the paramedics are on their way. the kid is missing teeth...he had to have fallen on his face and hit his leg on a diving block on the 3m fall. The mother is standing over her child threatening to vomit...not a good thing for open wounds. the kid is in no condition to talk...besides scream like a pig getting slowly pushed through a meat
shredder backwards.it's not my sole intention to get you to vomit but...God, it was intense and terrifying for us as well as teh boy who couldn't seem to understand that he couldn't try to get up. my hands are trembling as i apply gause and try to sterilize as much as i can. Eric has stablized the kid's head as Erica tries to calm him down.
Eric is swearing under his breath, i can't blame him....the kid's head doesn't look quite right and he's getting the screaming and terror-filled eyes....ironically enough i have been praying for the gift of healing for the week before. of course the only thinkg going through my head was..."God keep your son alive, he's only 8 years
old!" the boy's screaming was a twistedly good sign that his brain was still able to register pain and conciousness...then he started getting 'sleepy' i think this is where i began to freak out...he got all quiet...limp. just then the EMTs arrive and take over. i then realize i have been fighting the gag reflex...too many glances at that leg. I left the scene as soon as i could...i needed some air. when i pulled off my blood-stained gloves there must have been half a cup of
sweat combined. There were plenty of follow ups the following week and many hours of lost sleep. I praise the Spirit for his confort during those nights and for the people he placed around me. For obvious reasons this isn't a story one can recount on whim to friends that ask casualy what's going on in my mind and why i am making those faces...so friends i ask for your prayers in this matter. Hunter(the boy) thankfully had no spinal injuries. a concussion and many stitches was all he needed.-thank you Father well later that day i met up with my INSIGHT collegue Karen Malakin, some of you Weatonites know her. She's a gem. i lost my wallet on the metro....meh it was bound to happen someday. HAH i did get it back after i chased it down but with no US money left in it. Casey Brown they didn't take the Eritrean Nafkas you gave me junior year. i win! lrighty i'm done with the pity party, i swear...now BLESSINGS! (when our read this i want you to cheer) WEEEEEEE! *thanks o now i have been working as a Lifeguard making pretty good money as pool OP(soon). guess who pushes his own wheels now? good one, me!
these are the wheels of a 1987 Jeep Cherokee. well i had to bring it to pass inspection before i could use it but other than that money, it was free. Wooo! The guy who gave it to me coleads our Thursday night young adult ministry of about 50 members (from which 20 show up at a time, it's bizzare how it works out) the group is appropriatly
named...Thursdays. It's been a great blessing in my life to be connected to good folks our age through this. We're almost done with Acts so if anyone wants to send me some personal reflections/discoveries from ch 23 on please feel free to do so (or on anything else for that matter, i'd love to connect more with you guys on that level). Well this has probably been enough, there's a lot more to tell but i'll get to that next time...
oh yes and my NEW cell phone number is....
703 945 3909, if you use Cingular you are obligated to call me within
a week of this email...let's talk!
Until next time my lovelies
Phileo,
Ruhe,
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| Surprise a new post!!!!! wahahahahaaha. Last night, after a relevalnt
comment i was praying and asking God why he gave me the ability to run,
as in how could i ever really use a physical ability for his glory. no
immeadiate answer comes. So today i go to DC to pick up my new
passport. My buddy Aaro and I follow the directions that the Metro site
gave us to find the Swedish embassy. The passport division closes at 4
so we figure we'll show up around 3:20 and we do. The directions tell
us the Embassy is only half a mile from the metro so we meander though
the streets to the indicated location. From a distance i notice the
crest displayed prominently around the embassy...a palm tree with two
crossed scimitars below it......??????? wait a minute....it's the Saudi
embassy!!! we recheck our printed directions and it does say it should
be the Swedish embassy. I ask a friendly taxi cab driver where the
Swedish embassy was.....it's about 8 blocks one way and 15 north...i
have 30 minutes to get there. Bear in mind that it's below freezing and
that's not includign wind chill. hmmmmmm....i could go another day but
then again...so after a block or so i lose contact with Aaro, but there
isn't a moment to waste. i finally get to M street(DC is very organized
but oh so frustrating). and i run up to take on the 15 blocks between
me and 1501! the whole time i am thinking "God please don't let me miss
this". then i realize that the wind has been in my face the entire
way...Gah! when you're wearing a large winter jacket it really catches
you. miraculously i made it to the embassy 2 minutes before it
closed...call it God's sense of humor or an answer to prayer, but i am
restarting my running routine in preparation for the task(s) God
has for me and my lanky legs. awesome, well that all for now. i am
grounded at the moment and not allowed to use the comp for anythgin but
schoolwork but you know...i'm off
phileo,
Ruhe
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| Xanga
Eureka,
it's the first post. I really don't know where to start. Well then...so
now I'm sitting in my room in Alexandria, Virginia after a long
relativly unproductive day. I saw Conan the Barbarian...quite the
movie, if you're into comedic gore and shameless "adult" activity. Find
the PG-13 version if you must see it.
I attend a community college in Northern Virginia and to be
honest...the academic standard compared to last year is rather pitiful.
This has been the laziest, most irresponible semester of my life. I am
regretting this pitiful behavior but seriously...
I guess I'll say more when i have something inteligent to say. I'm
still trying to figure out how to post my plethora of pictures on this
here Xanga but we'll see. I may just have to overload 3FA. By the way,
this is the most addicting simple game ever, try it and you may regret
enjoying it for the rest of your lives http://www.shockwave.com/sw/content/inklink15
Phileo,
Ruhe
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