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RevHi guys are catching the bus. Except for K, who does ministry elsewhere. But Rob got us March The Bus passes. And now I am more free like a bird to talk to people. I can talk about how I feel about talking about people. I can talk about my weakness that I see in it all. But I should rather talk about how I am being transformed in it all. It is tough in riding the bus. It gets crowded, often. But I may meet hot college students. I mean, I may make a difference in others, somehow. And I can now get to know Hawaii like the back of my hand. And as I look at the back of my hand I somehow notice this scare like scratch like scab like cut like line. Oh, I was opening a can of spam. Those cans. I was at the corps. I mean, the church. But life is like that. But you take what get and you don't let those things get you down. And when I get down I can then want a donut. And I will not want to really live life. But God is like telling me to not let that stop me from the hopes and dreams of what is best in life and all that jazz.