April 23

I've been gone a week and most of that time was spent on a beach in Naples, Florida.  I'm in San Antonio now, and spent most of yesterday sitting on a bench at the Alamo. 
I was walking along the beach, and I felt like I was a witness to everything going around me.  I watched a child splashing in the surf, and I envied the pure joy he expienced.  I saw old people setting up their chairs for a day at the beach, and they looked so content.  I saw a child crying because she wanted something and her mother said no.  I walked on and I realized how lucky I am because I was walking along the beach in Florida. 


I realized that I am at the top of Maslow's hierarchy, and for me to contemplate the type of things I've thinking about really means that I have no problems at all.  I was walking along the beach when the thought came to me, it was clear as a voice, and it said I need to get over myself and if I don't have any real problems I need to help people who do.

I'm a few days from returning home, but when I get back, I'm going to find an organization where I can donate my time and energy.

When done right, these trips work.