Countless Reasons Why

I am not the kind of person who should watch 13 Reasons Why. Don't get me wrong, I think the message can be one that everyone needs to hear, and I definitely need to hear it. No, I'm not the kind of person because I get lost in my thoughts on my own. I've spent years analyzing how my life played out, and 13 Reasons Why only adds fuel to that fire.

Why watch then?

Well, because I need to learn. Always. Also, I love it. The casting, and the direction, and the presentation, and the realness is something that I can't tear away from. In the end, for me, it's one of those life lessons you need, even though it's extremely painful in the process.

And if I'm honest, this is a journey that's been 24 years in the making, and one I desperately needed long before now. See, I will be the first person to talk about how much I despise who I used to be. Sure, I might have been a "good" kid, and I was liked by teachers, and made my parents proud, mostly, and my siblings looked up to me, and my church respected me, but I don't agree when I look back.

Hindsight's 20/20.

See, I've looked back so many times I've lost count at how many other students I looked down upon because I was more "mature", or just "better" than them. It's something I still struggle with to this day. I've laughed at countless jokes and let so many things slide, because it wasn't a "big" deal. So I think, what if any of that were the tipping point?

And I wasn't the best student. Gosh, I can recall skipping an entire class to have free pancakes because I liked the person I was going with and thought it might result in something. Which may not seem that big, but I never really got in trouble for.

Perhaps she knew that I would feel the repercussions without a punishment, which I don't doubt because she was one of the smartest teachers I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. But it has me looking back, and how much could I have gotten away with because I was that "good" kid?

You don't have to look much further than my Facebook. I have friends on there, that I feel should have dropped me ages ago because I did not rightfully deserve their trust. I have a friend, who I think about every time I stop to ponder my necklace, because she's right there, around my neck this whole time, and I've never really moved on to feeling like I deserve that.

11 Year Later.

And I easily get caught up in expectations. Working extra hard to BE the good kid. Working so hard for it, that I hide things, and I don't own up to all of my short comings. I don't always own up to my mistakes. It's easier to pretend they aren't there, or convince yourself that it's not your fault. So I do some times. Because If I owned up, I wouldn't fit those expectations.

This shows not to blame for any of that though. This isn't a strange occurrence for me. This show is just helping to bring it to the front. I reassess who I am every so often, which involves thinking back on everything I didn't like, in hopes of getting to a point I do like.


So Why?

What is it about this show?
Why would I want to watch a show that makes me question myself so much?
Why do I think you should watch it?


Well, I think everyone needs to at some point examine themselves through a different lens than they are used to. Yeah, it sucks to look at where you went wrong, and to think through how you own up to that and move forward.

For me, it's everything. I'm only capable of moving forward the way I do because I better understand where I went wrong and what I dislike about who I was.



For me, 13 Reasons Why is an introspective journey. An experience that can't be experienced by any other person. My own set of tapes of the past that are coming to light now, even if I don't want to listen to them. A set of tapes, recorded by me, for me, without my knowledge.

I won't lie and say that I was a great person, or that I am today. But I'm a person, who has constantly been trying to better themselves, and 13 Reasons Why is the current step in that journey.

Seattle is a Fake City

I have no idea when it happened.

Perhaps it was my 24 hour stream, or even the stress from my code breaking at work, but somewhere along the line I died.

That's right.

I don't believe in this reality anymore.

Like.

Sure.

Yeah.

It's totally possible.

I mean.

Look.

Ok?

I don't know what just happened, but I like it.

Anyway, after the plane ride the other day, I thought I was done with Twilight Zone encounters like that.

There's only so much coincidental meeting a guy can take in a lifetime.

Well, hold your horses cause stuff's about to get cray up in here.

Story Time!

I go about my Friday, like any usual Friday. I wake up, get ready, walk 25 minutes in less than 55 degree weather. I get some coffee at THE Starbucks. I get a Cheesecake bite at Confectional. I make my way to the 5th Avenue Theatre.

Side note: The 5th Avenue Theatre is The Official Theatre of William Combs. Last two trips to Seattle have resulted in shows there, and they were both great, and I hope to be able to make many more.

So, I bought my ticket, and got a ride back to the hotel. There, I studied some more and warmed up, because it was legit cold and I was out for a while and didn't have a jacket and didn't really go inside anywhere during the 2 or so hours out.

After that I went for my interview. It was good. I feel confident on the whole thing, and even where I may have stumbled I feel as though I recovered.

Regardless, this post isn't for that.

This post is about the insanity that made me realize I'm in level 3, and this is all a dream.

See, I asked the wonderfully nice hotel front desk ladies about where would be a great "Seattle" place to eat before the play. They recommended The 5-Point Cafe.

"Actually, it's a dive bar, so..."
"Nah, that should be fine."
"It's not everyone's thing. So you can go, but I don't know. You'll have to tell me your thoughts."

So, I go. And pass it hardcore the first time.

But I make it inside, and there's the equivalent of zero open spaces, except for the 4 person booth being cleaned.

I make myself comfortable (once the guy cleaning it is finished), and order myself a cider.

A group of 3 people walk in, and immediately I feel like they hate me.

"Who is this guy by himself in a BOOTH?"

Dunno if they said that, but I felt them say it in my head.

So, I notice some people at the bar standing up, and so:

"Hey, I can move to the bar if you guys want the booth."
"You sure? That would be great."
*Notice the guy left his jacket at the bar.*
"Hey man, you left your-"
"We're not leaving, just having a smoke."

Well this is awkward, she already called her friends over.

"Well, do you mind if we just make friends?" (or some similar wording)
"Nah, go ahead!"

So, there I am. Alone in a dive bar in Seattle, being joined by 3 strangers.

Conversation is good. They inquire about where my "mates" are.

"Oh, well, I don't have any-" that sounds wrong "- I'm here visiting for an interview. So I'm flying solo."
"Oh yeah? Interviewing for who?"
"Down at Amazon."
"We-" two of them "- actually work for Amazon."
"Yeah, we're in HR."

Dead.




YOU GUYS.
I managed to basically invite 2 HR people from Amazon to sit down with me in a dive bar while we ate, drank, and just talked.

THIS ISN'T MY LIFE.
But like, I'm 1000% ok with it.

I just really hope these are all really good signs.

Strangers on a Plane

So, I am currently in Seattle, taking a quick break from looking over topics to write and relax before calling it a night and getting a solid sleep in before tomorrow.

Author's Note: I am in LOVE with Seattle. Like, I don't love the city. I am head over heels for the city. It's always everything I want it to be.

Back on topic.

My flights are generally either Mrs. Herr sitting by me making it interesting, or a 1-7+ hour ride of silence and watching as many movies as I can to kill the time.

Plot Twist

This flight I happened to sit down next to a complete stranger who was fun and nice to talk to and she made the initial moments of awkwardness cease to exist.
Enter party number 3, and you've got me sandwiched between two people who aren't afraid to be social. Which is good, because I can play off of that, even if I'm not the most social.

So, she mentions she's going home, and asks about us.
"Uh, I'm going to interview with Amazon."
"Really? Same! Friday afternoon?"
"Friday morning, Interviewing to be a recruiter."
"Awesome, I'm going for SWE."

Like, this couldn't have been scripted better.

Another fun fact, we both started the current jobs at the same time.

The conversation continued well past take off, and then we all settled in. I opted to study, and watch X-Men Apocalypse, even if it had moments it skipped (probably rating stuff), and that's a story for another day. <3 p="">
Once we got close to landing, we chatted more. And even came up with some inside jokes, such as IKEA branching out into every business. Hiking Gear, Cars, you name it.

It was a solid time, and one of the best plane rides I've had. Let's hope that it's a good omen.

Also, the lady who lives in Seattle, thought I was crazy for how much I loved Seattle with my limited experiences here. Haha.

Till next time. =D

Let's Talk Heroes: Part 1 (Heroes)

Hey there! It's only been 10 months since I posted something on here, so that's not too long.

I didn't forget about you guys, or this blog, but I did get caught up in life to the point where I forgot a bit about me. The last few months have been an attempt to recover that, and so here we are, me blogging about random thoughts.

I figure a great way to help me recover the me I like most, is for me to look back at some of my greatest inspirations from TV show characters to video game characters to actual real life characters.

As I put in the title, this post is going to be focused on the TV show by the name of "Heroes".

The main focus from Heroes will be on Peter Petrelli.

Growing up, and I'm quite confident in this, most people dreamed that they were something. Not necessarily what they were, just that they were something. That their life had a purpose, some greater destiny. I can't speak for everyone, but I know that most of my days felt like that. In fact, sitting here at 23 years old, I still feel as though I'm meant for something greater.

Much like Peter Petrelli from Heroes, I can't help but feel as though I'm meant for something great.

I recently went back and started watching from the very beginning, and I discovered something that is kind of magical about Peter. He's insane. I mean, seriously. If you go into Heroes with the same mentality that exists in the real world that we live in, where people can't fly, you realize just how insane he is. He jumps off a building to prove that he's something greater. Now, forget that we're watching a show where powers exist, he can't be sure. He takes a literal leap of faith. Had his crazy, outlandish theory not been correct he would be so many shades of dead.

Now, to be clear, I am in no way advocating life threatening scenarios to discover hidden super powers. DON'T DO THAT!

Ok, continuing. The magical aspect is that he took a leap of faith. Too often we find ourselves thinking we're meant for something more, but we never go for it. We expect it to happen by taking the easy course. We get comfortable.

Peter doesn't do that. Sure, he was comfortable, but once he gets the hope and courage, he doesn't look back.

The absolute worst thing about living in this world is that super powers don't exist. Granted, even if they did, there's no way to know if I would be lucky enough, or unlucky depending on the power.

There are things though, that I consider to be super powers. Things that are magical and we need more of in this world. Things that I forget all too often as life happens.

Being positive. Think about it, this world is so dark at times. There are countries where the citizens are held captive by the government, there are people who shoot up schools, and there are people who actively go out of their way to ostracize whole groups of people. Yet there are so many people who are positive. There are people out there that have hope for this planet, for these people, and that's Super. Being positive isn't an easy thing, it's easy to accept the negative and stick with that's the way things will always be. It's hard to look at all the darkness and still focus on the light. *Not saying to be blind to the darkness, because the darkness needs to be addressed, but it doesn't have to hold us down*

Forgiving people. THAT RIGHT THERE IS MEGA HARD! We often don't think of just how hard forgiving someone is, but it's monumental. If you legit, 100% forgive someone, you're saying that whatever it was is of no consequence. As humans, I feel like we want to hold on to those things that someone did to us. We want to remember them, and in the back of our head we connect that person to it and always associate it with them. When we forgive someone though, we're wiping the slate. They have a fresh start.


Which brings me to a point that is 100% worth noting. That right there is what makes my faith so amazing. I can't comment on any other religion, but for Christianity it's mind blowing. Imagine if everyone in your life just took advantage of you, spat in your face, cursed your name, disregarded you, and was generally terrible toward you. You then tell them all that it doesn't matter. Not a single thing they did, because you've forgiven every single one of their misdeeds, and even the ones they're going to one day commit. Then comes the law, and they don't care if you forgave them, because they still did those things, and in the eyes of the law their lives are forfeit. You've forgiven them though, and in doing so you took all of their misdeeds on as your own, and so the law comes for you. Now you've got every sin ever on you, and there's no way for you to ever win that case, even the greatest lawyer in the world (Probably Phoenix Wright) couldn't win your case. BUT since you never committed the misdeeds, that law is shattered (Much like the part in Chronicles of Narnia where Aslan's self-sacrifice ends up destroying the stone tablet). You've eventually said that anybody who ever asks for and accepts your forgiveness will not forfeit their life. I don't know if that rings with you as much as it does with me, but man, that's some (super) powerful stuff right there.


So, you see, there are things that are Super Powers in this world. There's chances for all of us to rise above, and be greater. We all are meant for so much more, and I don't know if I'll ever stop believing that. My sphere of influence might not ever be as large as I hope it would be and it may one day be larger than I ever dreamed, but regardless inside my sphere I can be a light.

My major hope is that you are also a light inside your sphere. This world could never have enough beacons of light, and I have complete faith in each and every one of you.

Cheers and Don't Forget To Smile! =D

Such A Cliche

Well I just finished a season of a television show, and in the last few episodes I witnessed one of my favorite, most cliche things to happen.

I'm going to avoid mentioning the show, or the season number, or just about anything about the show, because I don't want to spoil anything for anyone who would eventually watch the show. With that being said, the ending was actually pretty foreseeable, mostly.


So you may ask, "What's this super cliche thing that you love so much?"


If you pay attention to the most common thing I say in my blogs and vlogs and pretty much constantly throughout my life then you know I value one thing above pretty much all else.

Friends.

I'm the type of guy who holds one meaningful conversation with someone and immediately cares about them. I say it so much, because I don't want people to forget that. At the same time, I don't say it out loud enough because it is one of those things that's hard to actually say. It's tough to tell someone, "Hey, even though we don't talk much you mean the world to me, and I would do anything for you." For some reason, it's one of those things that people and society says comes across as a little strong.

And why is that?

Why can't people express their unwavering love for someone without it being weird? I have no clue, so I try to do it as subtly as I can. Every single time I respond with, "Always." I don't just say it as a reference to Harry Potter. I say it to legitimately mean that God willing I will always be there.

How can you promise always William? What if you're in an entirely different city? State? Country?

True. I am in no way capable of being everywhere, and the more people I meet the more I realize that I can't always physically be there for people when they need it. Phone calls. Texts. Videos. I love those things, because I can be there for someone without actively being next to them.

And that's where we get to the cliche.

I haven't encountered a huge catastrophe in my life that would require me to drop absolutely everything to stand by someone I cared about. I would in a heartbeat though.

See, the cliche that I can never get enough of is when the antagonist pulls out the master plan that places the protagonist in a corner. There's no way out. Our protagonist finds themselves alone, with only one choice of how to end everything. And more often than not, they decide they'll surrender to the villain in the hopes that it stops them. All hope seems lost.

That's when it happens. You see one person, a person who has interacted with the protagonist only to disappear for a while, stand up and fight back. And then another rises up. And the odds are against them, but they stand up regardless. A third person makes a sacrifice to return and help. A fourth turns to the protagonist with one sentence, "You're not alone. There's always hope."

Immediately things change. People who were considered villains stand beside the protagonist because, hey, sometimes there are people that don't have to be good to do the right thing, and they know that the protagonist is right. The current villain's forces are depleted.

"Kill me! Prove that you're no better than me!"

Our protagonist has a finger on the trigger, wanting to pull it.

"Don't do it. You're not a killer. You're better than that."

They don't.

I'm bawling long before this point in the show, but for all the right reasons.

People rallying together is beautiful, and I can never get enough of it.

Now, my life will most likely never mimic this moment.

I would love to have this happen, but I would like to avoid the whole catastrophe and all the deaths that come with it.



So, there's my absolute favorite thing a show can do, regardless of how cliche it is. Something about the representation of how powerful friendships can be. I'm fairly certain I made a post titled, "The Power of Friendship," in fact it's a very me title.

If you take nothing else from this, understand that I love you. Immensely. I may not be a Tony Stark Billionaire who can afford to build suits to save people, or even a Bill Gates Billionaire who donates tons of money to charities that save people.

However, I am a human being who understands the importance of love. I don't take friendships lightly, and I will never take you for granted.

So yes, it is completely reasonable when I take a while to comprehend what I'm going to do with my life when people tell me they're leaving. And yes, it is completely reasonable for me to ache when I don't interact with the people I love as often as I'd like. And definitely yes, it is beyond reasonable when I cry for a friend, regardless of the situation.

Because I am not alone. My life is not separate from my friendships. No. My life is because of my friendships. I could never be where I am without the people who helped guide me here. I would be an absolute mess who backed down when I felt cornered by life. I would have sacrificed myself to try and save everyone. Yet there was always someone there. There is always someone there if I look hard enough.

Thank you.

We Walk, We Reverse, We Walk Again

I want to spend a whole, William sized blog post recounting to you the many adventures I had from the moment I set foot on foreign soil to the moment I stepped on the plane back.

I want to chat about the conversations I had and the people I met while I was there.

I want to paint pictures of what I felt when I arrived.
Tell tales of Parisian journeys.
Create a nice narrative of my 12 full days in a foreign country.


However, I don't think I'll do that.

Instead, I'm going to talk about life.



So this was in fact the first time I had left the United States and traveled to a different country. Nervous doesn't even begin to describe how I felt leading up to the trip... Excited can't quite contain the emotions I felt.

I was all over the place, and rightfully so I think.

You'd have to ask Patriz and Emir for an outside read on my emotions while I was in France, because I don't know if I could pinpoint them myself.

I had an absolutely fantastic time! I learned about a different culture, I saw things that America only wishes it had, and I was able to do my favorite thing, meet new people.

"What was your favorite thing yous saw/did?"

Understandably the number one question I've been asked by people upon my return to the states.

I love and hate the question. How is someone supposed to pinpoint a specific sight as the best thing?
At the same time, this question points out a very wonderful thing about us as humans. We think about destinations. We thrive on destinations.

I try not to. I try not to set my goals at a specific point, and I try not to focus on specific destinations.

When we focus on a specific destination we tend to miss the steps we take to get there.

It was interesting because I noticed this when Emir would apologize for us taking too long and not getting to go in to certain locations.

I was never upset about missing something or even sad. At times, I did wish we had gotten to go in some places, but it never tore me down. In fact, almost every single time we arrived too late to go in somewhere it was because we had a longer than expected meal, or I had been taking pictures, or we spent longer at the previous location.

As much as I loved seeing the sights I saw, I would have gladly given every single one of them up for the chance to spend more time with Gil, Skander, Antonio, Sonia, or even Emir and Patriz (whom I hung out with for the whole trip).

I feel like those conversations were more beneficial to me as a human than seeing the sights were, and it is completely ridiculous that I would spend all the money to travel to Paris for 12 days and wish that they had all been spent hanging out instead of sight seeing, but I would do it in a heartbeat.

Like I said earlier, I think we focus on the destination too much. I'm very much a stern believer in the idea that it's not about the destination, it's about the journey. This is one of the defining mottos of my life, and I think it's a better life for it.

Don't get me wrong, I love the destinations as much as the next guy, but think about it. If I were to have achieved my dream job in Seattle instead of ending up with HP in Houston I don't know what  journeys I would have missed. Especially due to the fact that my main reason for choosing to go to France was the fact that HP forced the use of vacation days during Christmas break.

See, it is way too easy to be so set on a goal or a destination that life passes us by.

So, even though it's a silly little joke Gil and I developed from our (maybe) 13 hours of hanging out, "We Walk, We Reverse, We Walk Again" has become a new motto in my life.

Life is a constant journey and as such we are constantly walking through it. There are times when we hit a wall and life throws all manner of impassable obstacles in our paths, and in those moments we reverse, we're thrown for a loop. After such moments, we walk again. We continue on, not stopping.

Through this life, this never-ending journey, I never want to become complacent due to reaching my destination.

No. I will continue to embrace every step of the journey. Every new day, every new encounter, every new breath will be noticed.

So there's my challenge to all of you. Embrace life, and enjoy the journey. Even when the going gets rough there is still a lot of beauty in the world and although it may be hard to see it it is all around us.

I love you all, and hope you weren't expecting me to go all "On the 25th, at approximately 8AM..." in this post. I figured that would just bore you more than you wanted. Haha.

Also, HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I hope it has started out well for you, and I hope that 2015 turns out to be one you look back on fondly. =D

Little Kid 6

Just got out of Big Hero 6, with my team at work, and to say I loved the movie would be the absolute understatement of the year.

I don't even really know where to start, and I'm not sure if I'm going for a review or just my response to it. SO, let's just go forward with the following disclaimer.

I CANNOT GUARANTEE THERE WILL NOT BE SPOILERS

Just one more time for people who read faster than their minds can process what they are reading.

THE FOLLOWING MAY VERY WELL CONTAIN SPOILERS

If you don't want the movie spoiled turn back now.

Final warning.

THE FOLLOWING DEFINITELY CONTAINS SPOILERS

Let's do this.


THE INTERNET DIDN'T PREPARE ME FOR THIS MOVIE!! Everyone on the internet absolutely loves Tadashi. If I had a nickel for every single time I saw a piece of artwork of Tadashi, or a post from someone proclaiming their love for him I would have enough money to buy the $15 dollar poster from Amazon.

That being said, I couldn't help but think of my brother. Tadashi is there for Hiro, and pushes him to do more with his brain. He encourages him to strive for more, and challenge himself to be even better. And his science project? Freaking Baymax, "your personal healthcare companion." He built a robot that would scan a person and help to take care of them, only turning itself off when the patient was satisifed with their care. He even gave it a freaking huggable design!

And I know I'm no Hiro. As much as I dream of being Hiro Hamada, or  Pavel Chekov or even Klaus Baudelaire, I'm not. At this point, at the age of 22, I've long passed the point where I would be the super genius that manages to create a cool thing or even just smart enough to save the world.

However, I'm fine with that. I mean, if you gave me the chance to go back to when I was young, with the ability to become that kid, I would jump at the chance. I mean, just being that super smart kid would be fantastic and would definitely help me with my dream of helping others. However, that's not happening, no matter how much I dream of it being the case.

No, I wasn't destined to be a super genius. I'm ok with that. I've come to terms with that.

That does't mean that when I watch a movie like Big Hero 6 I don't become a little kid again.

No, the exact opposite happens. I become the kiddest little kid that ever walked the Earth, and it is beyond glorious. For the duration of the film, I was awestruck. I couldn't pull myself out of the film. I was laughing, I was crying, I was completely in tune with the film.

I'm the easiest person to cater to when it comes to films. I get attached. I become the main character. When I watched heroes, I was Peter. His brother was mine. His struggles I felt. For Big Hero 6 I was Hiro. Tadashi was my brother. Tadashi was Charlie.

The way Tadashi encouraged Hiro, was the way Charlie encouraged me. So, you can imagine how much I fell in love with the on screen chemistry. I was sold. I was in the zone. And that's when everything came crashing down. That was the moment the internet failed to prepare me for.

Tadashi, in the classic heroic move, sacrificed himself to try and save his mentor and friend. It took a few moments for things to click, but by that point the tears had already found the best path on their way down my cheeks. By the time I was capable of comprehending that he was actually gone, I could taste the salt from the tears as they ran over my lips, and crashed into my mouth.

I guess it's understandable then, that upon leaving the theater, I shot a text to my brother telling him I loved him. It just made sense.

See, my brother encouraged me, and if there's anything my brother taught me, it's that I'm worth something.

I don't know if he ever posted this, or if it was just meant to me, but it was in my graduation letter, and I read it whenever I'm down to remind myself that I have a purpose. Here's the poem he wrote for me upon graduating from UT.

i.

you are not me.

i became attached
to my shadow
until i realized
he might become me.

let me tell you
sleep does not favor
the misshapen

ii.

you are not me.

i will never stop
being grateful
for your self.

you are more a man
than most will meet
and you tell us all
how to be better
without words.

iii.

you are not me,
but you are a part of me.



It rests front and center on the door of my fridge, and I can't read it without tearing up. However, it reminds me of my purpose. I'm not going to create a robotic suit to save the world. No, but I am here to encourage others. I'm here to love people. I'm here to be a light, when all else is dark.

And, well, that's as important a super power as the super intelligence. I don't acknowledge it enough, and I need to acknowledge it more. That's why I make videos, that's why I strive to retain a smile 24/7. And just like any hero, I can't do it 24/7. I have moments, where the world is blank, and I'm lost. In those moments, I find the poem. And it is in those moments that I find the strength to be the person I'm meant to be.

So, when Hiro finds the person who caused the death of his brother I understood his pain. When he removed the Tadashi chip and set Baymax to kill his enemy I knew that pain. I haven't lost my brother. I can't imagine what I would even begin to feel. Yet, I know that my actions wouldn't range that far from Hiro's.

So you can imagine, my face was pretty much a solid stream of tears. And the tears only grew worse as Baymax then revealed the videos of Tadashi working to create Baymax. And then his friends, his brother's friends, arrived to comfort him. Man, I may not have been sobbing, but in that moment my heart had shattered, and was being pieced back together by the love among them.

I'm such a sucker for friendship stories. And brother stories. And definitely superhero stories. So when the team worked together in the final fight. When Fred burned Honey Lemon's chemistry pellets creating the smoke screen I legitimately fist pumped in the theater and the tears were definitely there. When they each had to think outside the box, my inner 6 year old was jumping up and down with excitement.

In the end, I had one of the best cinematic experiences of my life. I was so happy, and so pumped, and full of inner childish joy, and at the same time I sobbed and felt my heart pulled apart. I laughed more than I thought I would, and it was just a perfect experience.


So, this wasn't a review of Big Hero 6. No, this was the story of how Big Hero 6 managed to pull me in, and enthrall me in its story. And yes, I definitely cried while writing this, I cried when I read back through the poem my brother sent me.

And in the end, when the world does get me down. I have more friends than I can count who help to pull me out, and my family is beyond capable of lifting me up.

So, that is why I maintain my smile at all times, and while it may not be a super intelligence, or a super power, it is the only super power I could ever want.

I love you all, and don't forget to smile. =D