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Name: dustin Location: Hattiesburg, Mississippi, United States Birthday: 10/15/1983 Gender: Male
Interests: God, friends, music, serving my savior, missions, youth and college ministry, hanging out, animals, people Expertise: nothing at all Occupation: Student
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2/12/2006
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| Is it really so hard to be honest and real.... To be truthful..... To just be open with people...... and the answer is obviously yes because i know about two people in this world who are that way.... I hate the feeling I get when I know that someone is lying to me....
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| This is going to sound stupid to most and maybe some will get it but either way I want to share my experience with whoever. I stopped at the bank the friday to pay my truck payment and had to sit in line for about fifteen minutes. While I was there I noticed a man trying to get on his bike and I wandered why he could not just step on. after a couple of minutes I rolled my window down to ask what was wrong and I realized he was crying. Then it became clear to me as he cried and talked to himself that he was mentally challenged. I wanted to help him so bad but he did not want to be helped he wanted on his bike and that was it. As his crying turned to out right moaning and sobbing uncontrollably my heart broke. It was the first time in my life that it had really broke. I have said that I was heart broken before but nothing had ever matched the feeling I had at that moment. I wandered why this world was so cruel and why a man like him who wanted nothing more out of life than for his bike to work was denied that but a selfish person like myself is blessed so much. I cried my first real tears. They were tears for another human being and they were the first tears that I ever shed out of compassion for another man. God broke me at a bank parking lot in my truck. How amazing is our God and how pathetic am I. | | |
| So lately I have just been thinking about the past few years and day dreaming about all that I have experienced. I do not know the reason all these thoughts have come to me or why the dreams have been just like I was back there again in the moment. I think about every moment at GBA and how much I do not deserve to be one of the four who last walked off that Campus on the 27th of August but I remember Barefield and I driving back to the Burg on that night. I remeber tears being shed by me alone in my room the last day I was at GBA in 03 when I found out my grand mother was not going to make it much longer and I needed to come home. The welcome I got my first day from Grant Douglas and how much I needed it being 19 and scared to death. How much my heart hurt the day I decided not to stay at ICC and it was all I knew. Now I think I know enough colleges. The first time I knew that my heart was vounerable to other people and that I would never be as strong as I wanted to be. The first kiss that meant anything to me. I am 23 and by now I realize that I am blessed with a life that has been flooded with amazing people that have touched my life more deeply than they could ever realize. My mind is filled with thoughts of all the people that mean something to me and my heart will eternally full because of you.
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| my puppy is very sick...she can be fine one second and throwing up the next...it saddens my heart
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| I am tired....that is all...
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