There�s just something about seeing people at their worst that causes you to love them more. No perfect smile and polished appearance. There�s nothing to show everyone that everything is perfect and there are no problems beneath. I knelt on the floor and talked to my drunken half-conscious friend. Her breath stunk of vomit and alcohol, and her appearance was anything but kempt. We talked awhile about sin, apathy and the like. It was a level I could relate to her on, and hopefully I was able to show her that I was no better than her. I prayed for her and after I finished I waited to see if she wanted to pray. Her breathing was coming in slow, steady breaths and I opened my eyes to see her asleep. I quietly stood, turned off her lamp and closed the door.

I wish people would just lay themselves bear; Sow their hearts on their sleeve so to speak. Why are people so afraid of being real with others? I already know that I can�t do things alone. We live in an individualistic society where people keep their eyes averted and cringe at the thought of sitting next to a stranger. The only reason why people ask for help is if it�s their only way out. Values have been slowly poisoned and have changed from a place of importance to becoming an annoyance. Beliefs have become confused with false doctrine. People help themselves before they think of helping someone else.

This nation is backwards.