step(s) of faith

So I have this thing about talking about money. I don't. Ever. Period.
I don't talk about having money, I don't talk about wanting more money, and I CERTAINLY don't talk about not having money. I don't even like hearing other people talk about money.

For this reason, the recession has left me with very few news-watching opportunities. It seems like every time I turn on the news, all they are talking about is money, money, money! Its like watching dental procedures!!! (I also have a thing about teeth, but that's another topic altogether).

Growing up, my family was pretty poor. My dad worked a low-paying job, and my mom mostly stayed home until I was in high school. We had no money whatsoever. We would eat beans, rice, and homemade tortillas every day except Sunday, when we would have meat. Sometimes our electric bill wouldn't be paid. One year at Christmas, we didn't have the money for Christmas presents.

Living with heart: Dedicated to Josh Canal

What words do you say when someone you love leaves? This past 12 months, I have had more touches with death around me than ever before. My father-in-law, my grandmother, and last weekend, my friend, Josh.

Josh was bright. When he entered a room, the lights actually burned brighter, trying to match his will and his courage.

Josh was born with a heart condition that made the doctors shake their heads and say "no" alot to him: They all said he wouldn't run, he wouldn't play sports, he wouldn't live to see adulthood or get married. Josh didn't let that stop him, though... proving doctors wrong was one of his chief joys.

I remember growing up when he would stay over at my house and play with my brothers. He and his brother Caleb were my brothers' Chad and John's best friends. The four Amigos. They were quite the muskateers. And they always annoyed the hell out of me. :)

Josh had so much will and vibrance, always laughing riotiously; as a cool pre-teen, I had no patience for their silliness...but you couldn't help but laugh along (even if you also were rolling your eyes) when they were cracking up over something.

Josh's will propelled him through boyscouts; I remember him racing cars with my brothers at the pinewood derby, and playing on the huge lot in front