My Little Corner of the Universe

Have fast food restaurants gone astray? I mean, I remember when I was a kid, it was cool to go to McDonald's. For 3 reasons: (1)the food, (2)the playground, and (3)the kid's meal toy in a cool-looking box. That was the whole purpose. But now, I see what's going on and I feel pitty for the little ones who have to settle for the food and the playground. Now there is no box, and the toys are kinda, well, pathetic. Not all the time, but most of the time. And it's even worse for other places, like Wendy's, where this isn't even a place to play!

Last night, some friends and I went to Wendy's and for a reason unbeknownst to me, my older brother bought a kid's meal. And in it came this, re-diculous thing.





Chicken socks is what this is called. Why? [shrugging shoulders] But not only that, but instructions came with the thing!



So, for your benefit, I have included a demonstration.



And here is the incorrect way to handle this toy.



So this was a topic of discusion at Wendy's and I wanted to share it with the world.

Well, hello there. It's been around 9 days since the surgery. Still recuperating. Still in... pain.

Besides that, we had gone to Sonora, Texas the Sunday before last. We left at 5am (zzzzzzzzzz) and at around 7:30 we were still on the road. It was dark. It was cold. Ice everywhere (we soon found out). And we were crossing a bridge.

I can still remember it. My brother Ross was driving my dad's truck. Ruben, the DJ, was in the passenger seat making sure we had tunes to jam to. Little big Rey was sitting behind the driver and yours truly on the right.

I was half asleep and half jamming. My feet were moving to golden oldies. Jim Croce, I think.

The next thing I know the driver gave a frightening groan. I looked and he was gripping the wheel with both hands, arms stiff. We slid on the ice on the bridge, we headed for the right side of the road, towards the rail. Good thing the rail was there! I remember seeing the rail getting closer. What seemed like minutes, a few seconds went by and we RAMMED into the rail. The front right side of the truck was hit, then we slammed on the whole right side of the truck. Ruben said that it felt like we were going to go over the bridge, but the rail obviously kept that from happening.

After we hit, we went sliding faster than a figure skater to the left side of the road and skid on the grass. We had stopped. We looked around us. We asked if everyone was ok. We were. We got off and met up with our parents and grandparents who were in a car in front of us.

It turned out that another truck had crashed in that area. Within viewing distance, very nearby, an F-150, green, was flipped on its side. The police officer that was over there, quickly came over to us.

BUT IMMEDIATELY, we see another truck in trouble. It was an 18 wheel truck on the other side of I-10. It, too, lost control and flipped on it's side! It slid and hit the truck that was already down. It completely blocked the the road.

It all felt like a dream. As if it didn't happen. I guess it just went by too fast.

So the police guy that ran to us, quickly ran back. I have no idea if anyone from the other two accidents got seriously hurt. Gracias a Jehová, we were just sore from the whole thing, nothing serious.

But we made it to Sonora in good time before the meeting, met the loving brothers. Well, anywhere you go where there are Witnesses, you get the same treatment, right? So it was very encouraging to be there. It put my mind at ease, now knowing where exactly I was going go end up.

Now, I'm more excited than nervous now. :)

So that was my Adventure to Sonora. It was a day that started out bad, but ended beautifully.

Pain (pān); noun

1. An unpleasant sensation occurring in varying degrees of severity as a consequence of injury, disease, or emotional disorder.

2. Suffering or distress.

According to the Roytionary: pain - 1. the reason you hurt and say 'ouch'.


Pain is what I am feeling. A few days ago, I had surgury. Yes. It is true. "Nothing major", is what comforted me. But I learned, that surgury is surgury and it's gonna hurt. I am constantly finding myself saying 'ouch'.

The good thing is that it was an outpatient procedure, which means I was out that same day. And I am feeling better, except for the 'barely-being-able-to-walk-because-of-the-surgury wound'.

This was the first time I had doctors cut me open. It was funny when they took me into the operating room. They took me in and connected the anestesia tube onto my I.V. and a few seconds later I started to giggle. Not in a loud way, but subtle. And that's all I remember. The next thing I know, I'm waking up in the recovery room. And that's the beauty of it! Of course, I woke up with a wound that hurt, hence 'pain', but it was over. Now starts the healing process.

I was also just informed that I won't be going into work until next week. Maybe. Depends on what the doc says.

And being it the first time, it was a pretty scary ordeal, and so of course, prayer really helped because I was pretty calm before the whole thing went down. Thanks to Jehovah, it went well and I was relaxed pre-op.

Isaiah 33:24 - And no resident will say: "I am sick." (And no resident will say: "Ouch. That really hurt", either.)

It feels like forever since I have posted something. Just been busy lately.

Anyway, I guess it's time to announce the good news: 'The kingdom of the heavens has drawn near.' (Matthew 10:7) Here are other good news:: After almost a year from coming back from Florida, I have recieved an assignment to serve in a itty-bitty town called Sonora, here in Texas.





Located there is a small congregation of about 40 publishers in a town of about 3000 peeps. So that means there are 75 Sonorians for every Jehovah's Witness. It's very exciting. A bit scary, because I'll be away from home for a long period of time for the first time. The school was only 2 months and I stayed with brothers, so this will be a bit different. But I know there is nothing to worry about, since the brothers and sisters in Jehovah's organization, anywhere you may go, will always take care of our own. Whenever I get scared or wake up at night screaming for my mommy, I think of that and it covers over me like a warm blankey.



When I read the letter (one of my most exciting moments) it was like I was being sent into battle: "You're ready for this. You've trained for this. Trust your fellow brother and you'll get throught this." [Of course, it's a different kind of battle.]

I depart from my home of 25 years, the land of Ur, at the end of May. What am I feeling, you ask? Excited, nervous, anxious... all rolled into one.

So as the time comes, I will see what I can do about an internet connection, or I could always go to the S.C.L. (Sutton County Library) and use the window to the world to let you all know of my experiences there and more.

Sutton County Library

Oh, gosh! It'll be swell! But, of course, I know exactly why I'm going. It's going to be a lot of work, but with Jehovah's help, I'll be able to do the best I can to serve there.

What gave me more encouragement were these sisters. They left to serve in another country for a few months and one is still there. The other two have plans to return when more funds are raised. But when the two came back, they were just glowing and so happy to have served in that way. Of course they had they're ups and downs, but Jehovah encourages us in so many ways.

Well, I guess this does it for today. I just want to give a 'shout out' to my bro Jerry, who is currently in California for the MTS School. Go Jerry!

Until next time.