i just got back from san fransisco! it was sick. it was a missions trip with our youth group. the first day, we just got a tour of the city. i love it! san fran is the coolest city ever. the next day, we filled lunch bags with sandwiches, apples, candy, and water. we then went to the SROs and went door-to-door and gave them to the residence. an SRO is a Single Resident Occupancy, i think...i kinda forget. but the rooms are really small, like a little bigger than your kitchen table. we would knock on the doors, and say 'this is the City Team, we have some lunch for you!'. the first door that opened was opened by a prostitute. she hid behind the door, because she had no shirt on, and said 'thanks' and grabbed two lunch bags. upon opening most of the other doors, we were greeted with an overwhelming smell of pot and crack. when one door was opened, i saw a table with three guys around it snorting coke and rolling up joints. one old lady answered a door, and asked us to pray for her. so we did, it was awesome. after doing this, we went back to the church that we were staying at and chilled for a while. thats basically how our weekend went-- feeding the homeless, learning more about the city, and attending local church services. and on the last day, we walked across the golden gate bridge. it was sweet. ryan and i threw nickels off, and we saw them fall all the way down. it was so awesome. a little bit weird knowing that with one little jump, you could end your life. no one has ever survived a jump from that bridge. so thats basically my trip...i could go on forever, talking about the severe hopelessness and filth and death i saw. but i won't.
my car needs an oil change...i might do that today.
and another thing... to my friends, i love you. my true friends, that is. you know who you are. there is only like two. but thats all i need. without you guys, i would...yeah. i need you guys. so thank you so much for being there.
