Today I was awakened by a text message. Naturally, I was a disappointed to be awakened by somebody else at the early hours of the morning (9:05). As I read the message, a sublime feeling overwhelmed me. To preface the situation, in early March, I lost my keys, car key, apartment key, bike lock key, and all. Diligently I have searched not only March’s box of lost keys in the Wilkinson Center’s lost and found but also February’s box, April’s, and May’s all to no avail. Hours have been spent fruitlessly pondering the location of the keys. Search parties have toiled in vain to find those three keys that would cost over $600 to replace. In order to replace that one car key, the car’s computer needs to be replaced (which is free the first time due to the “generosity” of the Lexus dealership); however, in order to get the free computer, you need purchase two new remote keys, each costing roughly $200-$300. Needless to say, I have frisked every pair of pants, every pair of shorts, searched under every couch cushion, chair, bed, desk, sifted through every dirty clothes hamper, every unpacked box. Long ago had the aspirations of finding the keys passed. That soul yearning for those keys turned from a reality to a fantasy; now the mere thought of the keys stung deep in the soul for the pains of forking out the sufficient fund to replace them. Benjamin’s haunted my dreams, mocking me, tormenting me, burning holes in my pockets and fleeing, literally, fleeing the scene of the crime. Terrible has been the agony of my battle. So at 9:05 when the text message read, “Are you missing a set of keys? I just randomly found a set in my car…” my anger of being awaken quickly subsided. Could these be my keys? Would the $600 replacements not be need? Calm down Preston, these might not be yours. “Yes, I am missing a set of keys! Please, please be mine!” “There’s a Lexus key and a chats key for sure, so I don’t know who else’s they could be. How long have they been missing?”
FOUR long months in dismay,
FOUR long months in distress,
FOUR long months of wondering,
this could be the bes’.
FOUR long months had past,
FOUR long months were gone,
FOUR long months of misplaced keys,
were all said and done!
FOUR long months of looking,
At times I felt like a loon,
It was finally OVER,
Could it be Christmas in June!
A true Christmas miracle,
In June none the less,
Finally it was all done,
Away went all the stress.
I was happy as could be,
I showed my emotion best,
Rolled over I,
And got a little more rest.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Aubrey
Happy birthday (5 days early) to the greatest friend I've ever had.
She's the bomb diggity and I couldn't be luckier to have such a life-changer of a friend.
That is all.
Happy birthday sweet cakes!
She's the bomb diggity and I couldn't be luckier to have such a life-changer of a friend.
That is all.
Happy birthday sweet cakes!
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
April 12th 2010
April 12th, 2010, one shot was heard, one life was taken,
One soul departed from its earthy body, one city enraged,
Two men left, a few items in hand, a laptop, other petty goods,
The departed life belonged to an athlete, a musician, a scholar,
The burglars, scoundrels, vile, no respect for life,
The boy, 17 years old, inexperienced, awaiting the joys of life,
The villains, single-minded, focused on money, on greed,
One shot heard, one shot rang, one life taken,
Texas to Virginia, California to Washington,
Friends and family rallied across the nation,
Utah to Florida, East to West,
Gathered to see a boy dedicated to serve,
In life a boy scout, determination to serve a 2 year mission,
The first in his family,
No consideration of self-interests or a personal agenda,
Dedication to God
Through his donations, others will live,
A heart, a liver, lungs, skin, bones,
The all-American boy sacrificed for others,
Pure talent, a mechanic, a gymnast, a friend,
In death, no doubtably he will serve,
Preaching the gospel to those who have gone before us,
Fulfilling his mission across the veil,
A tragedy, a calamity, a death,
We look to Christ for comfort, for peace,
Voices raised high to God,
Some cry, some ignore the pain,
The suffering exists,
Hymns unite us, bringing the Spirit
Ultimately faith and hope prevail,
A tragedy, a heartache, a mission,
A memory engraved,
The all-American boy,
We love you, we miss you, we will never forget you,
Eric Jon Forrester,
A relative, a cousin, a friend.
One soul departed from its earthy body, one city enraged,
Two men left, a few items in hand, a laptop, other petty goods,
The departed life belonged to an athlete, a musician, a scholar,
The burglars, scoundrels, vile, no respect for life,
The boy, 17 years old, inexperienced, awaiting the joys of life,
The villains, single-minded, focused on money, on greed,
One shot heard, one shot rang, one life taken,
Texas to Virginia, California to Washington,
Friends and family rallied across the nation,
Utah to Florida, East to West,
Gathered to see a boy dedicated to serve,
In life a boy scout, determination to serve a 2 year mission,
The first in his family,
No consideration of self-interests or a personal agenda,
Dedication to God
Through his donations, others will live,
A heart, a liver, lungs, skin, bones,
The all-American boy sacrificed for others,
Pure talent, a mechanic, a gymnast, a friend,
In death, no doubtably he will serve,
Preaching the gospel to those who have gone before us,
Fulfilling his mission across the veil,
A tragedy, a calamity, a death,
We look to Christ for comfort, for peace,
Voices raised high to God,
Some cry, some ignore the pain,
The suffering exists,
Hymns unite us, bringing the Spirit
Ultimately faith and hope prevail,
A tragedy, a heartache, a mission,
A memory engraved,
The all-American boy,
We love you, we miss you, we will never forget you,
Eric Jon Forrester,
A relative, a cousin, a friend.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Ironies of Reality
It's funny how life is. Not in a funny way but an ironic one.
One minute you're contemplating the joys and the excitements of life and the next your reality is shaken, twisted and warped down to earth, to pain, to sorrow. It is so easy to critique life as a third party, a mere observer. Constantly we are judging people around us. People who are different from us, who dress different, talk different or just walk past us. We think to ourselves, why is that person the way that they are, why aren't they "normal," without any consideration or thought of their life, their experiences, their trials. We don't know what is happening in the life of that individual nor the life of his loved ones. We can not understand nor fathom the way they were raised or the feelings they hold. We are oblivious to their difficulties and hardships. As a missionary it was easy to assure people that things were going to be okay, that God's plan had a specific place for them and there was a reason for their heartache; however, when death is on your doorstep and the situation has become personal, it takes a lot more faith to believe in those underlying characteristics of the gospel. Although life is disconcerting there is an assurance in the gospel, in the plan of salvation. Although death is frightening, the only thing we can do is hope for the truth, hope that our faith is correct. Luckily we can receive reassurance of our faith and beliefs through the Holy Ghost. Another irony in life is reality itself.
Reality seems only to be fantasy until the moment you decide to acknowledge the truth. The moment your lips utter the words, fantasy warps to reality. Maybe that is why it's hard to express feelings. When you express your feelings, you commit to the notion, your freedom ceases and you are trapped, held to those words. Maybe that is why bearing testimony is so powerful and crucial. Spoken words solidify reasoning and reality. Another irony is found in the wickedness of the world and in the calamities of life.
From the mountains looking down, people appear as ants, peaceful and carefree. It is shocking to even think that horrific things are currently happening. Death, murder, robbery, rape are all happening amongst ourselves, in our country, in our city, in our community. Often we think we are the only ones suffering or experiencing heartache. Amongst the hundreds and thousands of people with whom we live, we have the audacity to believe we have it rough. However, as stated before, life is easy as an observer. Hopefully, we can have a better appreciation for others, looking for their best and trying to understand their faults.
It is also ironic that when something goes wrong, it seems worse when we don't have any control of the outcome. Life sucks when we do stupid things and we receive the unpleasant consequences but we cope with our poor decisions; however it seems exponentially worse when you have absolutely no control over the outcome. In theory it seems that this should be reversed. If we screw something up, it seems like it should be worse but I disagree. Although I regret my mistakes, I at least have a reason for the repugnant outcomes. On the other hand when horrific things happen that are outside of our control, we have no 'reason' for the heartache. We can't look back and say well that was my fault and now I'm paying for it. It is soo much harder to pay for something we didn't deserve. My only other thoughts on this topic are directed to the Savior and a talk given by Elder Jeffrey R. Holland. He said "salvation never was easy," the Savior had to descent below all and nothing can be deemed unfair in comparison to the Savior's life and death.
One minute you're contemplating the joys and the excitements of life and the next your reality is shaken, twisted and warped down to earth, to pain, to sorrow. It is so easy to critique life as a third party, a mere observer. Constantly we are judging people around us. People who are different from us, who dress different, talk different or just walk past us. We think to ourselves, why is that person the way that they are, why aren't they "normal," without any consideration or thought of their life, their experiences, their trials. We don't know what is happening in the life of that individual nor the life of his loved ones. We can not understand nor fathom the way they were raised or the feelings they hold. We are oblivious to their difficulties and hardships. As a missionary it was easy to assure people that things were going to be okay, that God's plan had a specific place for them and there was a reason for their heartache; however, when death is on your doorstep and the situation has become personal, it takes a lot more faith to believe in those underlying characteristics of the gospel. Although life is disconcerting there is an assurance in the gospel, in the plan of salvation. Although death is frightening, the only thing we can do is hope for the truth, hope that our faith is correct. Luckily we can receive reassurance of our faith and beliefs through the Holy Ghost. Another irony in life is reality itself.
Reality seems only to be fantasy until the moment you decide to acknowledge the truth. The moment your lips utter the words, fantasy warps to reality. Maybe that is why it's hard to express feelings. When you express your feelings, you commit to the notion, your freedom ceases and you are trapped, held to those words. Maybe that is why bearing testimony is so powerful and crucial. Spoken words solidify reasoning and reality. Another irony is found in the wickedness of the world and in the calamities of life.
From the mountains looking down, people appear as ants, peaceful and carefree. It is shocking to even think that horrific things are currently happening. Death, murder, robbery, rape are all happening amongst ourselves, in our country, in our city, in our community. Often we think we are the only ones suffering or experiencing heartache. Amongst the hundreds and thousands of people with whom we live, we have the audacity to believe we have it rough. However, as stated before, life is easy as an observer. Hopefully, we can have a better appreciation for others, looking for their best and trying to understand their faults.
It is also ironic that when something goes wrong, it seems worse when we don't have any control of the outcome. Life sucks when we do stupid things and we receive the unpleasant consequences but we cope with our poor decisions; however it seems exponentially worse when you have absolutely no control over the outcome. In theory it seems that this should be reversed. If we screw something up, it seems like it should be worse but I disagree. Although I regret my mistakes, I at least have a reason for the repugnant outcomes. On the other hand when horrific things happen that are outside of our control, we have no 'reason' for the heartache. We can't look back and say well that was my fault and now I'm paying for it. It is soo much harder to pay for something we didn't deserve. My only other thoughts on this topic are directed to the Savior and a talk given by Elder Jeffrey R. Holland. He said "salvation never was easy," the Savior had to descent below all and nothing can be deemed unfair in comparison to the Savior's life and death.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Mulan: The Quest for Territory
As I sat watching Mulan late last Saturday, I wondered why were the Mongolians suck jerks. It was kind of troubling. Who is this 10 foot scary guy pillaging China? I realized that it come back to the age long quest for territory. I realized that this quest has neither ended nor subsided in our days. Constantly I am engaging in a battle for territory. Daily my roommate and I struggle against each other for more room. Day-to-day his pile of clothes expands. Day-to-day I try consolidating the pile, throwing the peripheral clothing on top of the core pile. I strive and strive but my endeavors are futile. So after watching Mulan, I decided to take matters in my own hands. As my roommate ventured in the wilderness of Zion's national park, I was busy taking revenge and my plan was sweet... I took the whole pile of clothes and threw the whole thing into a box. For the first time, I could see my floor! It was the first time it had been vacuumed. Sweet success. Although the battle is never over and since that day we have dueled for floor space, I had a whole weekend of pure bliss.
Monday, March 8, 2010
"Mano a Mano"
Once again Sunday evening boredom struck yesterday. It was approaching the late hours of the night and we had nothing to do. As we pondered which movie to watch, it quickly occurred to me that we had too much energy to watch a movie. A calm Sunday evening movie quickly escalated into a full on slapping match. Mano a mano, literally "hand in hand", Jon-Michael and I brawled it out. Jaws sore and faces torn, I eventually reached a conclusion. No words do better justice to my realization then those of a wise friend...
"Sounds like you two need girlfriends."
"Sounds like you two need girlfriends."
Sunday, March 7, 2010
What is our Destiny?
Throughout our lives we are encouraged to reach our destiny, but what really is our destiny? What do we have to do in order to reach our destiny? What happens if we slip once or miss just one opportunity? Are we still capable of reaching our potential? As our lives get more complicated, we find ourselves wondering what is the correct choice. As summer approaches, I find myself wondering what choices I should take in order to accomplish my potential. Should I go to school and further my education, should I apply for internships and get work experience at home, or work at school where I can be with my friends, or even travel the world? What will be most beneficial to my future. If I travel the East, will I postpone my graduation, will I miss the chance to meet my future wife, or will I open new doors to opportunities in the future? As I ponder these decisions and weigh the possible outcomes, I am comforted by a quote:
"I will always be a disciple of Christ, it is not what I do, it is a part of me."
As I am force to make these decisions I remember that it is in the Savior that I must put my confidence. I need not stress about the possible outcomes but strive to be the best in every aspect of life. I remind myself that there is a greater power at the helm, one with an invested interest in my future.
"I will always be a disciple of Christ, it is not what I do, it is a part of me."
As I am force to make these decisions I remember that it is in the Savior that I must put my confidence. I need not stress about the possible outcomes but strive to be the best in every aspect of life. I remind myself that there is a greater power at the helm, one with an invested interest in my future.
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