Oh, I only wish I kept it in tact long enough to take a picture.
My nickname on the wrestling team was 'Kneepads'(get your mind out of the gutter RIGHT NOW) because on the second day of conditioning freshmen year I was running on the track with my kneepads on to stretch them out. A sophomore wrestler patted me on the back and said 'break a leg, Kneepads!' as we were walking into the wrestling room, and the name has stuck for over two years now even though I'm taking this season off!
So, I came as a giant (obviously cardboard) kneepad on friday to show my support for the team. Sure enough, I almost got tackled by several people(some of which I didn't even know) because apparently seeing somebody stumble around helplessly in a big cardboard rectangle gets your predator instinct fired up. Well, I managed to keep them off of me until after the end of the last period, a time when I had promised to let people have free reign on me. The costume didn't last one stiff spear tackle before it literally split in two...
God is far more powerful than what most have in mind. Imagine God as best you can. Now zoom out from that picture in your mind and imagine a God above the previous one, even more powerful than the first. Zoom out further and imagine an even greater God. Now do that endlessly. That, my friend, is but a glimmering sliver of God.
Xanga 2.0 is Here! (WARNING:EXPLICT LANGUAGE)