Day Twenty:

The official half-way make of the fast. Hard to believe I'm half way done but scared to think I basically have to endure it again. I got back from my black college tour thingy yesterday. It was kool. Kool kids, kool campuses, etc. DID NOT USE MY IPOD ON ANY OF THE 3+ HR PLANE RIDES. High fives for Vance. Now the only thing left is to decide between Howard and Morehouse..
It's like...if I go to Morehouse, I have remnants of my Cali life but if I go to DC then I'll be forced to start all over. I still can't decide which is better. Try and hang on to what I had before I left...or take the opprotunity to start over.


There was a boy named Jordan. Jordan was always fascinated with flying and how things could stay in the air regardless of the force pushing down on them. Only being 12, This fascination had been with him for as long as he could remember. He always thought and attempted different ways to keep something in the air and soon looked for keeping something airborne without the need for technology. With this fascination came a town of people who had told him his methods were impossible. They called him crazy and labeled him an outcast for his trivial passion. He ignored them. Jordan remembered one of his teachers who always stressed discipline. She used to say, "With discipline of your mind, anything is possible...you control the instruments, the instruments don't control you." Jordan took these words to heart and remembered it as he formulated ways to rise above. One day, he called everyone in town to join him at the top of a cliff above the sea for the unveiling of his flight solution. The community gathered and circulated their negative thoughts as they waited for his pointless presentation. Jordan did nothing, but stand near the edge and look and the growing crowd. Soon, he quieted the bunch as he began to back up to the edge. Many, at first thought he was joking but soon became more concerned with each step backwards. Finally when he could back up no more, Jordan closed his eyes. He thought of his teacher and her saying, "With discipline of your mind, anything is possible." Jordan let out a sigh before he smiled and began to fall back into the nothingness before the people could save him. As he fell, he was neither scared nor doubtful but the town atop the cliff could only scream of the horror as they say his careless body descend out of sight...
The next morning, Jordan's mother goes for a walk to mourn her son but finds herself openly cursing her town and their apathy towards him. Many come out of their homes to console her inconsolable heart. She yells for them to release her but all she is able to manage is a cry to God as she looked to the sky. Just then, she is overcome with silence and a wave of unbelief. She believes her eyes are liars; a product of wishful thinking. People restraining her become confused of her sudden silence and soon look to where her eyes have become locked. They see a figure above the clouds. It glides majestically through the sky as if there was not a problem in the world yet it is far larger than a bird. Many yell "Angel! Angel!" waiting for the clouds to clear for a better look. The clouds do part but it's not an angel at least, not the one they expected. It is looks down on them and they see a face so similar to the face of their lost 12 year old. It almost seems as if the figure is smiling. As the people are one again puzzled, Jordan's mom stands with glistening eyes and a content smile. She realizes she did in fact, teach him well.


Listening to: Daylight - Aesop Rock