Kite Runner

What a powerful novel. I read this book last week, my mother had recommended it to me after having finished it in a record 2 days! My mother is a gem. This novel, fictional, seems to have really touched my soul. I remember telling my mom that as I was reading it, I felt like I really knew these people. Like I was a part of their family. Many times did I feel ashamed for knowing some of the things that happened to these young boys growing up. I felt hatred for the people who hurt each other, friends, family, peers, leaders. Afghanistan has some serious problems to fix. The hardest part about this is that even though this story is fictional, I have a feeling these things that Khaled Hosseini writes about really did and do happen.

I sat at the beach in Bear Lake reading, and of course soaking the cancerous rays into my pale skin. but as I read I felt alive. I realized that most of the things in my life, whether tangible or relationships, are truly blessings. Blessings that I take for granted and hardly recognize as so. Even when I see how rare and beautiful they are, the human nature that is in me overpowers my mind and I forget. I forget that these things do not happen to everyone. I forget that I not everyone has the opportunity to have a family and friends who love them and care about them. I guess I need to be better at remembering the wonderful blessings this world has to offer.

Life can be a funny thing sometimes. You never really know when it will come to a halting stop. There are people who come into our lives and we live with them and hangout with them and get to know them as much as possible. But what Happens when they leave us? Do we just forget them? How do we keep them just as much a part of our lives? My grandpa is seriously ill right now. I have never in my 21 years of life seen him this frail and unable to take care of himself. He always has been the strong one of the family, running three miles a day until he was 80 years old, and now... now he can hardly get out of bed. The doctors are still unsure about what is hurting him, but the possibility of bone cancer lingers over all of our heads. I dont want him to die. Selfish? Maybe. But I love him. I have so much I want to learn from him still. He is an amazing person. He has truly lived.