Tell me your story and I will tell you mine...

Ok. So we are in Eureka, California at the moment. Strange, strange place. We knew it was strange about 10 miles out when we were riding into the town and random people started sticking their heads out the windows yelling profanities toward us. I didn't know if they were telling us to get off their roads or they were cheering us on in their own special way. I will go with the latter if I must choose. And then we started passing people with trench cats and mad hats and colorful tangly masses of hair and comic book stores called "Role Play." Like I said it was alot to soak in all at once...very strange. I think it may be the fact that everyone is legally allowed to grow up to like 99 mirajuana plants for each family or something ridiculous like that. There is alot of hippies. And not just kool people who dress like hippies or act like hippies to be trendy, but real rag tag hippies who live off the streets and don't shave and dred their hair and are open and honest about what is going on no matter how crude or vulgar it may seem to others. And who are completely out of their minds most of the time. And then it doesn't seem so kool anymore. it seems sad and fake and unfulfilling and like everyone is living in a lie. They live off these substances to forget the realities of what is really going on, and they truly believe it is the free, down-to-earth, happy-go-lucky way to live, but in reality they are slaves. Slaves to these substances, and it breaks my heart.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to down this town. It just opened my eyes alot...to alot of realities I was not aware of before...in a very short amount of time. But I looove the church we are staying at. The pastor is real chill and down-to-earth and really has a heart for his church and what God is showing him through experiences he has been through and people he has met and preaches in a way people can relate to. His message was about servant leadership...it was good stuff. O and he let 11 random strangers bathe at his house so that makes him even kooler.

Street Musicians

Artists

Gays

Asians

Blacks

Whites

Hispanics

Preachers

Prophets

CEOS

Hobos

Bimbos

Somebodies

Nobodies

Everbody

San Fran and all these crazy little towns are good places for me to dwell in because I love people watching.

I love listening to peoples stories.

I've realized how important it is to hear everyone's stories.

And to tell mine.

I feel as though you don't fully know a person until you fully hear there full story.

There true, honest, hold nothing back story

It explains so much about why that person is the way they are.

Why they act the way they act or feel the way they feel or think the way they think.

I believe people are all created differently of course...and especially.

But people are defined and formed and molded by the people and places they are surrounded with and the experiences they have experienced.

YOU JUST DON"T KNOW THE WHOLE PERSON UNTIL YOU KNOW THEIR WHOLE STORY.

I've learned that on this trip.

My team has been taking turns telling our life stories.

I feel like for the first time in my life I have finally been meeting people as the whole person.

And it's an eye-opening, amazing, rewarding feeling.

I've decided when I get home I am going to make evryone I know tell me their whole story.

Everyone.

Even my mom and dad and sister and closest friends.

So get ready.

I want to know their story.

What they have been through.

What they know.

Who they know.

Where they come from.

And who they hope to be.

What they hope to do.

Where they hope to go.

What they hope in.

Then I will know them as a whole person.

I can have deeper, truer, genuine relationships with them.

Deeper and truer love and understanding will derive from that I think.

And I can tell them my story.

And then we will all finally get it I think.

I'm psyched!