ick.

While at a First Aid Training thingamajig today, I realized that I am absolutely repulsed by eyeballs.

"What to do when a foreign object is protruding from your eyeball."

"How to care for an eyeball out of it's socket."

"How to induce barfing very quickly!"

Seriously - I could watch any amount of blood and gore, but the thought of any eyeball injury makes me cringe. BAH!

ANYWHO. This course happened to be on the 'Skid Row' of Edmonton. Not scary considering what else is out there, but edgy for little 'ol me. But being in that environment got me thinking. Are the youth/young adults I see moping down the street as deviant as we make them to be? Or, are they simply troubled kids, looking for a place to call home? A few weeks ago I had a 13 year old girl in my cabin, living out of a group home, sporting an oh-so-lovely tongue ring. During the week, her kindness and un-scariness came through, but who made her abrasive shell? She is a product of her environment? Or, have her personal, conscious decisions made her this way? A big question. I asked my Pops and it sure filled our 45 minute ride home with good discussion. The definite answer is transparent, and it seems never ending. But who knows? As a Facebook status once read: 'What if the hokey pokey is what it is all about?'

Cheers,

D.