I generally think of myself as a good person, at least a decent one. That's probably why the Hunger Games intrigued me so much (just the books, the movie hasn't made it here yet), because I was thinking about what I would do in a situation where I would have to kill to preserve my own life.
As it turns out, you wouldn't have to put my life in danger to get me to act like an animal. On Thursday I went to the government offices to pick up my residence permit. First I had to wait in one line to get a reference number, then bring that to another office where they gave me the paper that is my permit. Then I had to wait in two other lines for two offices that stamp the permit. After an hour waiting in a dark hallway with a half-dozen other people, I was no longer behaving out of an ingrained sense of right and wrong. If someone had convinced me that all I had to do to finish everything was be the last man standing in that hallway, I probably would have pushed everyone to the ground. It was a sad realization.
Anyway, I now have my permit. Yesterday after work I helped out with sound for the youth group meeting. Tonight we have young adults, but I just attend that.
Hope all is well with you,
-Ben
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