"It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat." Theodore Roosevelt

Monday, April 26, 2010

A Day to Remember

This post is a little change from the normal verses I write but I want to remember today forever so, I'm writing it down. Brett and I were in my room when we went to www.ahugfromtaylorswift.com to check on challenge three. We saw the karaoke challenge started in like an hour and decided to go string up our hammocks in front of Samford and hang and watch the Auburn University Hotel Ballroom incase T-Swift really came.
We noticed a crowd gathering and Payton told us it was really happening so we went over and shockingly enough it was true, she was in Auburn. We rushed into the parking lot only to be told we would be arrested if we did not stop and move over to the sidewalk. We then joined the crowd on the sidewalk and decided to start a mob into the parking lot. It worked. Us and a few other random girls started the mob and thankfully everyone joined! We rushed the parking lot and the cops and surrounded her car and the door she would be coming out.
You could cut the anticipation in the crowd with a knife. It was incredible. The doors open and her mother came out followed by tons of cameras and then the moment everyone was waiting for finally arrived. Taylor Swift was less than 20 feet away and she smiled and waved as she got in her car.
The crowd, unknowingly pushed to close to her car and the cops started pushing us away. At first I was angry until the pushing somehow ended with me in the very front of the crowd. I was right in front of her car! Then, the moment I will NEVER forget, she rolled down the window and POINTED AT ME! Best moment of all of Freshman year. We then ran to Spencer's car and dialed up our local connection lady, Mrs. Landrum and she directed us to the airport where T-Swift's jet was. We got there in time to meet her Dad and he gave us one of her guitar picks!
Then as the plane rolled closer to us we saw her wave goodbye! All in all, it was a beyond incredible day. I respect her so much more, no other "star" would be so kind to their fans to do this much for them. War Damn Taylor Swift!
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Thursday, April 15, 2010

Mountain Song































The first few steps into the shade and out of the sun,
sensation of escape from one reality into a more true, somehow more noble throne,
away from the traffic of the so called real world, let it all come undone.

My ears are kissed by song of summer cicadas and crickets happy jigs,
the noise of ripples on the pond and the arresting feeling of the unknown,
the perfect combination of adventure and control, the deeper the depth, here, my soul can dig.

The swirling leaves and blossoming buds hum a symphony,
these noises combined create a song older than time stronger than bone,
without careful silence and respectable awe all of this would be unknown to me.



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