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Tonight, as I'm sitting here, pounding away at the keyboard, surfing, I took a moment to remember something that I feel I should share.

I've been raised in Nebraska (although I've visited just about everywhere else) and there's one thing that I think anyone would agree with.  When our state's commemorative quarter comes out, it should be a belt around an ear of corn, with a bible for the buckle.

I went to school in a small town, and was the first male to have an ear pierced (I ended up fighting the student council on it, to my victory).  I am not a 'Christian' in the usual sense of the term.  I believe in a mixture of different philosophies from around the globe.  Hell, who knows?  Christ may not have been the only prophet.  God has a pretty big audience. 

The only religious viewpoints I could ever really respect is that of the ancient Keltic sorcerors and druids.  It was always believed that, if you did right by your fellow man, God(s) would be forgiving of your sins.  I also believe in the honor and integrity instilled within the Chinese Samurai (a fighting style I undertook for about 3 years).

My family really doesn't ask me much about religion, because of what they already know, they don't understand it.  They would, least of all, accept it.  Especially my Bible-banging father.  As a matter of fact, they never really talk to me about it.

Anyways, as I'm rambling, I was looking down at the necklace that I've worn for quite some time, except when the chain breaks.  I don't take it off, and it is a powerful symbol to me.  It is the Keltic symbol for protection and peace.  It was a gift from my older sister, whom least understands what kind of person I really am.  Quite honestly, I think she cares the least, also.

It really suprised me when I opened her gift on my birthday to find this pendant.  I've held onto it many nights, thinking that this is the best gift I've ever received from anyone.  For a brief, flickering moment, I felt like I belonged there, like I was understood, accepted, and loved.  Nothing can make a person feel more loved than letting them know that, no matter what, you respect the person they are, and what they believe in.

I've always been a black sheep, although probably not as bad as most.  Still, there is one thing that black sheep have in common.  They are all black sheep, and are all just as determined as the next to be an individual, no matter what the cost.
 

As always,

Life is in the air.........