I look at this photo every night before I go to bed, and especially, when I'm in pain or think I have it bad. I think about this little girl all the time:
I want to help these people. I feel compelled, pulled. Sure, they're here, too. But, I don't want to stay here. I want to go. I want to travel. I want to help. I want to live.
A Kenyan boy screams as he sees kenyan policeman with a baton approach the door of his home in the Kibera slum of Nairobi 17 January 2008.
Hundreds of police who had earlier clashed with supporters of Kenya's opposition leader Raila Odinga at the entrance of the slum moved into the shantytown and did a house to house search for protestors.
I'm about as imperfect as they come. And I'm busy trying to put it all back together. I need tape...LOTS of tape. Are you gonna use that stapler?
Also, I've been a member of Blogger since Oct 2006 and had over 10000 views, but just because you change your email address, you have to start all over. Retards...