there's moments in my life when i dream of being more like those i respect...st. francis of assisi is certainly one of those on the list. a man of God. full of love. servant to the poor. at peace with his fellow man and one with the nature around him. a few weeks ago i woke up thinking of this man...as i rolled over to see two pigeons flying by my doorway on their way to our living room...and it was at that instant i also realized how far i have to go. because unlike st. franky i wanted to crush their birdy little beaks for again invading our home, not welcome them to nest upon my shoulder as he might have done.however this cavernous devide between my own life and st francis' came to a culmination just a few days back. i had been staying with our team of 9 at a hostel for a few days and was finally arriving back home to the comfort and familiarity of my own room. as usual i clicked on my fan and proceeded to turn on the light only to be shocked into awareness that yet another pigeon had taken up residence in my absence. i flung aside my things to better assist my new tenant through the door and onto the veranda. unfortunately in my frenzy i forgot one minor detail...the fan...in its panic and mine, it tried for a mad flight dash to the door (idiot bird) but got caught up in the death trap of the fan...and next thing i knew before me was a murdered bird body gasping for breath at the foot of my bed. i mean that sucker shot out of my fan with 747 speed...sarah said she's never before heard such cries uttered from me before...andrew, recall your killing of the spider and you have good idea of the yelling happening in my room...the following is the result of this unfortunate event...

and sadly...the foot is still MIA...