not so much...

I used to never - at all - be emotional. Mike was the one who cried at our wedding - not me. I've never cried at movies, or books, or cards, or even sad news, unless it was really, really serious. Okay, after movies sometimes (Hotel Rwanda, Piano - but those things really happened) but certainly not chick flicks.

Not so much anymore. I still don't cry at chick flicks, but anything else is fair game. Does this mean I'm getting all sappy & girly? Or does it just mean that there's so much life happening these days?

Or ending. This morning at about 2 a.m., one of Lissa's friends was killed in a car crash. 17. Driving too fast. Going to the store so she could buy some markers. And Lissa's boyfriend is getting shipped off to this stupid, senseless war. 19. He's such a sweet kid. But what is he going to see there? What is he going to have to do there? How will it change him? In recent weeks, some 20 Marines have been killed from NE Ohio alone. And the ones who are home, well, it's so not easy... http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/8767915/site/newsweek/.

Shouldn't we be moving beyond blowing each other's brains out in 'civilized' 2005? Or, as the bumper sticker plastered all around campus says, "When Jesus said to love your enemies, I'm pretty sure that He meant not to kill them."

And yet... while I agree with that wholeheartedly, watching Hotel Rwanda stirred up a lot of questions for me. Wasn't the US being criticized for NOT getting involved? If we had sent a bit of protection over there, would some of the innocent 800,000 lives been saved?

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Amber's rants for the day.