I haven't actually "written" a blog in quite some time.  Maybe that explains some things.  Tuesday night a new kid joins my family for a while.  Unlike the others she will be 16 and Danish. It's weird when you don't actually know the person. At all.  That's been on my mind lately along with the imminent return to work that August brings in a violent way.  Festival and school starting all at once.  All this seems silly however as today I got a call that one of my students who I have become quite attached to, was beaten into the mayo clinic by the guys he was trying to protect a stranger from.  His fractured skull will heal, I am positive, but that doesn't make it all make sense. I'm really confused about that whole thing where, in the movies, if you do something selfless, it doesn't end like that. I know I sound like a child saying that, but I have always lived with the belief that if I were in that situation I could and would solve the problem.  I count on the fact that my strength can fix things. It makes me feel better about the world.  Well if this guy can't get out of this without getting airlifted to mayo, I'm fucked.  I am left feeling weak and unsure.  That I suppose is what everyone feels. Maybe if I go to bed now, I'll feel strong in the morning. Cross your fingers for me.  He doesn't need help.  He's too strong to give in to something as puny as head injuries. Trust me.