Do you want a Bandage?

Well... The holiday season is officially in full swing. For me, the Holidays start with my birthday, then Halloween, Thanks Giving. Every holiday season, my family takes a trip... Rents a cabin up in some mountains and invites some of our closer friends. Erik throws a big musicians party. We have a huge Thanksgiving feast. Christmas.

It's fun. Packed with friends and family, kind of makes the rest of the year seem slow; and by the time New Years comes around, I'm read for a break. A little quiet, solitude.

Work is crazy, I am busy... Not to mention on top of everything, teachers refuse to let up on homework. Even now, I have an exam coming right up in accounting. The day after Halloween.

This morning, I woke up... And as usual I got ready as quickly as I could to grab my first cup of coffee at Starbucks. There was fog in the air. Fog on my breath. Quiet. I noticed the neighbors (The Wellers,) had moved out most of their stuff. They have removed all the blinds; all of the windows are covered with newspapers. Have they decided to move out?

I watched my sister on Dr. Phil yesterday. It's was weird. She did great... Ugh. I hate that show, and shows like his. Take a minute to read what Wikipedia (my official information source. ;-) ) has to say about him. It blows me away how much this dude makes. He is so full of it, it is incredible...

If you want to waste an hour of your life, or just want to watch my beautiful sister on TV, feel free- otherwise let me sum it up for you. Of the 45 minutes of the show; 43 minutes were spent 'telling the story.' One was of that murderous lady in (Linda Ann Weston) who was using handicapped people for social security fraud, and the other was about my neighbors. He showed images, interviewed family members, police officers, my sister.

There were a couple of dudes from the Philadelphia case, a son of the lady, and he brother. After interviewing them, building up the story, he spent like a minute and a half... Counseling them. He did the same the with my sister... Thirty seconds. It felt demeaning, as a viewer. He actually.... Mumbled advice to people he didn't know... To victims of crimes, and witnesses of abuse.

The advice was.... Vaguely applicable; but in such poor taste, it was upsetting.

It's funny... Ironic... I felt like Dr. Phil... Actually profited off of the poor victims of both cases. Like... He was excited... A vampire. Fitting the show would be... Aired on Halloween.

I look back on my perfect little family.... Full of excitement and life... We all love each other, blessed. I see the horrors of the world around me. Then I see the horrors of the people profiting off of those horrors. This was my reading today:

Therefore let us move beyond the elementary teachings about Christ and be taken forward to maturity, not laying again the foundation of repentance from acts that lead to death, and of faith in God, instruction about cleansing rites, the laying on of hands, the resurrection of the dead, and eternal judgment. And God permitting, we will do so. (Hebrews 6:1-3 NIV)

Reread that... Slowly.

What is the next step?

I'll be thinking on that...