Tired, a good thing

I sit in my truck reading On The Road by Kerauoc at 6:20 this evening. It has rained for a good part of the afternoon. There is that dense feeling left in the air after rain that usually gives me a little bit of a hefad ace and doesn't make me want to do much. But today this isn't the case. The sun is fighting it's way through the clouds. I have had a good afternoon at Disney's Hollywood Studios. Going on quite a few of the rides, including Rockin' Roller Coaster a few times. Disney has been my drug since I've been down here. If I didn't have it, I'd probably would have become an addict by now. I'm the type of person that needs things to make me feel alive.
At 6:20 I feel content with the day. Life is good. I look at the beautiful sun fighting it's way through, all of the busy people driving, parking, and walking in and out of the store. For once I'm thankful I'm not one of them. I've had a good day, but it sure as hell wasn't over yet. This was my first night volunteering at Give Kids The World (incase you are lazy and dont want to look it up, its basically an incredible place where kids with terminal illnesses get to spend a week with their families). I'm driving a pizza golf cart around, delivering pizzas to families that have gotten back from a long day at one of the amusement parks. I go in and I feel like myself for the first time since I've been in Florida. Little did I know that comfort would just keep growing. I worked with 3 kids in the senior year of high school, and a middle aged gentleman. He had been married for almost 10 years, him and his wife both work at Disney. They met there. I don't have any life changing conversations, I don't save anyones life. I just relax, drive a cart around, and give people pizza with a smile. I try to give them the tiniest bit of hope and positive encouragement to add to their day. I get to talk and get to know the people I'm volunteering with. We have fun, share laughs, and I get to ask a lot of questions. I like asking questions, and I almost felt like Chris McCandles from Into The Wild with the questions I was asking. I want to write more right now, but I'm exhausted and it's time for bed. This was a great day. Two nights ago I listened to a friend read a poem about being tired. Right now I can relate to that in the good way. I could do this forever.

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