They're all I needed;

Finally smiled again. It's weird to go an afternoon, night, then morning without smiling.
Jesus, Owen, Ian, RachelH., RachelM., Tom, Ryan, thank youuuu.

Still praying for the survivor of the plane crash. Oh great, I have to go back there tomorrow. Not really looking forward to that.

Still I know, I'm never alone;

All I wanted was to be down there;

Now I'm glad I wasn't.

Oh, dear God;

One of the men died. I don't know which one. But... he's dead. 

Update 2: Plane Crash

The airplane was fairly small, only two victims, and they were flying extremely low to the ground. Nobody knows if it was engine failure or just flying too low. Both men have life threatening conditions.


You can read about it at the DeLand Becon online website. But it really doesn't have much more information than I have.

Update: Plane Crash.

So, apparently my "big brother" knows all. And I quote "Two men 70's to 80's, one taken by ambulance the other air lifted... apparenly hit the phone lines on 92? Parts of the wing are on the road."

And yes, they did hit the phone lines, by the way. He says he thinks they're both alive.

So I was thinking of something amusing to post while working today;

But the last thing I want to do right now is laugh.


Today, I was working family swim. Just another long, hot boring shift. I was giving this little girl a swim test and I hear a huge crash. Sounds like... I don't even know. A semi breaking apart? Turns out, an airplane had crashed just down the road.


So here's what I know:
Rae was sitting in her chair and these ladies came out to the pool and sat right in front of the gate we use for emergencies, to bring the ambulance in. She was thinking, "I probably should tell them to move so the ambulance can come in". She had a feeling something was going to happen, but she thought it would be in the pool. Ryan turned to look at her and they both heard woosh-woosh-woosh and the crash and saw smoke go up like a pillar. One of the ladies on the pool deck actually saw the crash.
I was still in the frickin' pool. I didn't even hear the woosh, all I heard was the crash. I had no idea what was going on. I saw the splash pad go down and I thought maybe something had broken in there.
To make a long story shorter, it wasn't the splash pad. We closed the whole YMCA due to power outage. An ambulance drove away with lights but no sirens (for anyone who doesn't know, that usually means the victim is dead). A helicopter came and airlifted someone else. Gratefully, that most likely means they were alive, I just hope they're still alive.
As to what caused the crash, how many people are actually dead, whether any cars were involved (the plane crashed directly on 92), or how many survivors there are, I have no idea. If I find out, I'll post again.
It was so close to the Y, that could've been us. The patrons, the lifeguards. Us. Thank God, everyone at the Y is safe, as far as I know. I'm so freaked out right now, I can't really even talk and I feel all weak. It's no easy thing to see something like that.


Bottom line? Pray. God is our best healer.

So, remember what I said about my horrible attitude yesterday? Sorry 'bout that guys. I can be quite a bit dramatic.
And thanks to everyone who helped. I love you. :)

I'm still hanging on;

So uh. God?
I fail. I fail at life. I fail at making friends. I fail at keeping them. I kinda fail at the whole love life thing too. Okay, I really, really fail at that. I fail at sports. I fail at math. Miserably.
And this hurts.
But God, I know you're the author and perfecter of my faith. So perfect mine, please. 'Cause there's no one else who can take your place. I know you're the one who makes me lie down and sleep in peace. Please give me rest.
I give you all that I am.

This time all I want is you;

I'm sick of being the good little girl. But it's all I know. And it's all I really want to be, deep down.

Just love the good little girl, if you can. She's not as perfectly happy as she seems.