So my car got towed back to Winchester yesterday so my dad could work on it. It has a starter problem and it well, won't start. I'm going to go pick it up tomorrow, so I'll be in town Saturday night. In the mean time, I start my job Barbacking tonight. I work from 6 pm until 2 am. Not quiet so bad....I hope. Something happened yesterday that put alot of things in perspective for me. I met a guy named Andy. He's an amazing guy, 23 years old, funny, intelligent, and really centered. He's not caught up in all this humdrum of insanity that most of us are. But you know what really sets him apart? He only has one leg. He lost his right leg just below the knee. You know how he lost it? A bomb during the occupation of Fallujah. All this made me realize something. I don't support this war, or why it was started. I don't believe in it. But the troops over there do. They believe that they're over there fighting to protect us and our livelihood. They believe in it, and most of all, they believe in us. So even if we dont believe in the war or it's reasoning, we should believe in them, because that's what they give us. Their belief and hope that we will take their sacrifices and aspire to do something great with it. So believe in them, believe in Andy. He lost that leg for you.