Fighting for Good

I got up early today. It was so hot in my room and between the heat and my cat I was unable to sleep past 8. So up and about I was. I got up, got a shower and put some laundry in. After washing two loads I headed to Du Bois to purchase my ticket to Florida. YAY. I'm off in less than a week. In many ways I'm excited and in a few I'm not ready. Other than that I didn't do anything else.

I watched the news today and all over it was the story about the American guy who was decapitated on a Islamic site. Nasty. I agree that the American soldiers should not have mistreated the Islamic prisoners but they weren't slaughtered. What is this world coming to? I fear the war in Iraq is just beginning. We'll see... we'll see.

It's like in the great stories, Mr Frodo. The one's that really matter; full of darkness and danger they were. Sometimes you don't want to know the end because how can the end be happy? How can the world go back to the way it was when so much bad happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, the shadow. Even darkness must pass. The day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out he clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you, that meant something. Even if you were to small to understand why. I think, Mr. Frodo I do understand. I know now. The folk in those stories had lotsa chances to turn back, only they didn't. They kept going because they were holding on to something -- there is some good in this world, Mr. Frodo, and it's worth fighting for.