Same thing as before...this is for my own edification and not to start a fight. Thanks!

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I had to watch Schindler's List for English on Monday.

Hard to watch. Really hard. A little too long in some spots, but I loved the book, and thought the movie did a nice job covering the story. Liam Neeson made a great Schindler. Did he get an Oscar for that? He probably should've. The last scene, where he's talking about how he could have saved just "one more" almost made me cry. And I'm not a movie cryer, usually.

When I went to bed that night, I knelt slowly and prayed to my Father in Heaven. I am so grateful that I was born in this time and place. That I will never have to live through what those people lived through. I know I'm not strong enough for that, and I'm grateful that God knows it. That He put me in a home, in a time, where people love me, where I do not have to live in fear.

On Tuesday, I was doing my air shift and a friend of mine came in to do some production. He seemed really mellow, which surprised me, because he's normally quite hyper. I finished my voice break and went to say 'hi.'

Instead of replying, he said, "I've had a lot of people die, recently."

Apparently, his friend and business partner passed away last month, and his uncle died this week. I expressed my condolences, which he accepted. Evidently he wasn't very close to his uncle, but he still seemed a little shaken by everything. It made me so grateful for the Gospel, because I know he'll see them again. I know that death is not the end, merely a separation. Though death is sad, I know I'm going to miss the person who has passed, I also know that I'll see them again someday. And that is a great comfort to me. I just wished I could tell him. But he wouldn't believe me. So I express my sympathy and move on.

I should write more often...be consistent.