Once upon a time
Sand was running
Through my hand.
And we were in the hourglass,
We laughed
But did not understand.
Our moment would pass.
Our moment has past.

We have little to give
But we give all the more.
I have little to live
But I will live all the more.

Give me one good reason why I should fall.

The Change Starts Here.

The fear, the suffering, the doubt, the shame.

It is all gone.

I saw it. Up in flames. The smoke was rising before my eyes.

And now it is all gone.

Gone.

I am moving on.

And although i am weak and can hardly stand on my own two feet,

He is the one who is strong. He carries me now.

He was just waiting for me to open my arms and embrace Him, as he so longed to do to me.

You won't relent until you have it all.

My heart is yours.

Come be the fire inside of me,

Come be the flame upon my heart.

Come be the fire inside of me,

Until You and I are One.

I don't wanna talk about you, like you're not in the room.

I wanna look right at you.

I wanna sing right to you.

There's nothing i want more.

My heart is yours.

This is home.

I've got my memories

Always inside of me

But i can't go back

Back to how it was.
Believe me now

I've come too far
And i won't go back

Back to how it was.

Watching the sunrise this morning over Central Australia made me feel so at home with this country.

The ranges of dry oranges, yellows and greens that swirl in patterns over the nation's floor is so different compared to the mountainous terrains of emerald and deep greens of the Philippine islands.

Even just by saying it like that, the Philippines sounds more beautiful. It was beautiful. But the colours of Australia was comforting and just fits more.

I really do love Australia.

The Philippines was amazing, i absolutely LOVED the village we went to up in the mountains.

It was like something out of the movie Swiss Family Robinson.

The children were so beautiful, overflowing with energy and joy, and when you look in their eyes you see so much life, so much potential, so much hope.

I will miss many things about the Philippines, but even so, i love Australia.

It's just home.

While i was in the Philippines i was glad to be there.

And likewise, i'm very glad to be back home again.

I better be going next year again though.

And now, I'm a different person. Not some saint, not some rebel or something, not some revolutionary that plans on chaining myself to trees and waving signs in protests.

But i have discovered more of myself. In a different country i had never been to, i saw more of who i am than ever before.

I have some kind of direction for once.

I can see a small portion of the path God has set me on, which is good. I can't see very far ahead still but that does not matter in the slightest.

He is the lamp unto my feet; the light unto my very windy, very narrow path.

Metamorphasis

This is possibly the last post of my Philippines trip.
And there is so much I feel, but hardly anything that can be put into words.
I will just say one thing:
I am a different person now.
And when I return to australia, I would like to forget the entire past, as though it never existed.
Even the good things of the past I will move on from.
2011 is truly my year to change.
I am chasing my dreams and I am on its trail.
It's so close I can practically smell it.
I have learnt so so much here and am more thankful than what I could ever express.
I try to put my heart to words but the tears s
chase my voice away.
This year will be harder and more challenging than any other.
And because I am drawing closer and closer to God, I know many people will be drawing away from me.
But I am ready for that. I no longer have so much dependency on my friends and family; people will always let me down.
Jesus is my constant, my absolute, my eternal, and I honestly could not care less what anybody thinks of that.
But through the trials and the challenges I will be facing, I know it will be a truly 'happy new year'.
Australia,
Here I come. Not sure if you know me yet, but you will.
You will.

Such a beautiful day.

Today may have been the last time I will see kacey, our sponsor child, for a year at the very least. I am already missing him like crazy.
It was such an incredible sight this morning when we walked into the kids room and his eyes lit up and he shot us the biggest smile. A burst of laughter escaped his mouth as he ran to give us cuddles.
It was just beautiful. Especially now that he is so much happier because of the ventillin we gave for his mother to give him.
It helps with his asthma a lot and now he is always smiling and able to run around and wrestle like a little boy should.
I also saw some of the other children that I met over the week for the last time today.
They were holding my hands outside the van window and running next to the van as we drove away, saying "please don't leave!"
Stupid eyes kept leaking.
I miss them already and I want more than anything to be able to visit them all again next year.
Tomorrow is a church service with the salvation army group, goodbyes to them and then some sight seeing.
Now off to unwind with some God-time and sweet rolls.

Around 500 people helped with our medical missions. God is awesome.

So today was our 5th and last medical mission. What can I say? It has been incredible.
Even though it is hot and sweaty and a very long day, it is fulfilling and so much more so than some self centered holiday.
I wish more than anything that I could stay here.
But I want to see everyone quite a lot too.
I know I have said that a lot already.
Tonight I am visiting a youth group, it starts at 8pm. I'm ready for an interesting night, hopefully they won't make me sing again.
Also, I can't wait for fresh air back in Australia. I have been coughing all the time and don't really feel the best health-wise.
Last night and the night before opened my eyes more to the fact that it is quite a dangerous place here in the Philippines. Including for our sake. But that ordeal is over now, I hope.
I have been stocking up on chocolate lately because i have missed it so much. Basically the only stuff you can get here are kit kats and toblerone.
We are just going to maccas tonight so we can be at the church in time for youth.
Tomorrow we're visiting each project, a lot of travelling I think. Then Sunday I am not sure what we are doing, possibly sight seeing. Monday will be our last day in laoag and we will be sight seeing then too. Then Tuesday morning we are flying to Manila and going to either the market markets or the mall of Asia to shop, before our 9pm plane flight home. Then Wednesday is summer camp.
Just thinking about the next few days is exhausting.
But it will be good. It is always good here.

Updates and thoughts.

. Dinner last night is literally the only main meal I have had that did not include rice.
. I wash my clothes in a bathtub.
. We eat dinner out every night.
. We eat lunch hosted by the churches or people from the organizations.
. We put a sign on the door knob saying 'make up room' when we go out and come back to a clean fresh hotel room.
. I take tissues everywhere with me. Everywhere. Every. Where.
. We go for walks every single night.
. I am practically famous here now and it's creepy.
. I am very used to the Filipino accent.
. I am also very used to hearing the language and different dialects.
. Being used to the accents does not mean I understand them, I swear they aren't communicating. They are making animal noises and speaking gibberish.
. Nothing here tastes like Australian food, not even the coke. But i'm used to that now too.
. On the first half of the trip, we were accompanied by Scott Hawkins, basically a guy with a bajillion connections. He will be meeting switchfoot in April. He will be speaking at the forest edge music festival. And he maybe, just maybe will give a shout out to me at the switchfoot concert in April. Maybe. Doubtfully. But he mentioned it.
. I want to go home.
. I never want to leave.
. Met an overly nice doctor whose family owns the town bakery, so he takes us in the back rooms a lot and gives is mountains of free sweet rolls and purple roll things.

On another note, today was the 4th medical mission. It was a little emotional for me, secretly. I watched helplessly as teenage boy had an epileptic fit in front of me. The worst part though, was his face when he finally recovered. His expression showed how much he absolutely hated not having control over his body. It was a look that seemed seemed to say "not again". His frustrated and weary expression got to me. That's just his life and there is nothing to do about it.
Like the poor baby girl with a flesh eating disease that can't be cured.
These are real people, innocent, undeserving children who are suffering.
I'm sure you already know this.
It is frustrating for me. It already was when I was home in aust, and I hadn't even been exposed to it first hand then.
Now it is all around me. And it only increases the frustration and compassion that fills my being.
I hate that there are the fancy houses right next to straw huts. People need to reach out and help each other.
That is our heart for this trip and that is what we are doing here.
Already there are over 500 people who have been helped.
It is just so so good to be finally doing what I have always wanted.
I dread going back to school this year, acting like it never happened and as though everything is back to normal.
I do not want normal.
I suppose that's up to me to make it not normal. I know I will try. But this trip is actually the first time I have felt that I am truly helping people.
But then again it's not about how I feel is it?
God please use me in everything you can, if it is even possible for me to do so when I am back home.
Going for dinner now.
Only 5 more days.

Kind of complaining.

Some more dot points of things I have noticed and things I have done:
. Finished the third medical mission today in a village close to the mountains.
. Got pushed and pulled by more small children.
. Had a lunch I actually really liked for once.
. Am now pro at cracking open unroasted peanuts.
. Tried fresh corn and peeled it myself, it tastes a lot more mild than Aussie corn.
. Had some kind of rice and coconut dessert that tasted delicious.
. Am even more sick of rice.
. Noticed some things that frustrate me; like how there are massive two and three story houses built using the most expensive and fancy looking materials, that are right next to small straw huts and tiny tin sheds where the rest are living.
. The fancy houses are usually bright pink, yellow, orange or blue, and remind me of a barbie doll dream house or something resembling a giant rainbow swirly lollipop.
. Felt like I was in the Swiss family Robinson area today, surrounded by banana trees and palm trees, and surrounded by straw huts on stilts with bamboo ladders up to tree houses. I loved it.

One thing that really upset me today was after we left the village, everyone would tell us to make sure we have thoroughly washed and sanitized our hands after touching the children. I understand that. But the way some of them looked at us like we were now disease-filled annoyed me. Those poor children are the same as the ones at home. It is not their fault they were born into poor circumstances. They were beautiful children. And I was given looks that somewhat resembled disgust by a few of the team members simply because they were holding my hand or sitting on my lap or giving me hugs and high fives.
I know they were not intentionally meaning to be disgusted, nor were they actually disgusted at the kids. But it saddened me still.
I am glad I can be here for these children that are so often being neglected and are treated poorly. They just need some joy and fun in their lives. Laughter IS the best medicine.
I'm off, dinner time at flora's church.

The inevitable I guess.

Second medical mission today.
175 people helped this time. Today was more quiet for me, as I was mainly sitting down waiting, and fanning myself to keep cool.
While sitting and listening to my music, I was left alone with my thoughts. That rarely happens here with everyone around me.
And as I looked up at the sky I saw a plane flying weightlessly and effortlessly and silently above me. It wasn't too long ago when I was in the sky, peering down at small tropical islands and knowing I was headed for one myself.
It's crazy to think we can physically be at such a height, with nothing but the walls and floor of the plane keeping us from touching the sky.
That was the train of thought I was on, until suddenly this train wreck in my head crashed at the front of my mind.

I sorely miss my friends. If you are reading this I can almost guarantee that I am talking about you. I miss you. And you randomly pop up in my head in the midst of what I am doing here.

I really really miss my family. I want to be having a BBQ with the delicious hamburgers only my dad knows how to cook to perfection, then sit down to having my brothers making fun of each other over nothing while my nieces and nephews are running around the tables and jumping onto the big red beanbag in the haven.

These stars are not the same as home. I instinctively searched for the southern cross. Do you think i found it?
These clouds passing through are not the ones you, in Australia, in summer, in the southern hemisphere, at 7:32pm, have rolling across your sky. I miss Australian soil.
But through all this missing, I am finally doing what I truly love. I am living for once.
I know I am helping to make a difference and I love that I can do so.
I wish I could become really daring and travel through these mountains I can see out my window in the distance, and minister to the people there that are very dangerous. Especially to caucasions. The problem is it is restricted for anyone to go up them, since there are bands of rebels there. That's all I know about the mountains, they hold much mystery and it intrigues me.

In all honesty I would love to die here doing what I love.
But I want to see everyone.
But I don't want to leave.
This is my life now, it is what I am used to. I don't know if I could cope back home, living in all the routines and materialism. It is so freeing and simple Here, I have no worries in this place. None at all.
That scares me a little.

I don't know what I want now. I'm mixed up. I hate knowing that this time will be over soon.
I hate knowing that soon I'll just be back home and I won't be able to come back for at least a year. But even then doubt I could return.
Everyone I am meeting here is saying "you will be back again soon, won't you?"
I wish I could tell them yes.

These people are real, with personalities and hopes and dreams and ambitions and aspirations.
Not some picture to glance at and remember for a short moment. They've been here all along while we have not known of them.
Of course that is like the whole world anyway. But it gets to me.

So yes. Now my head and my heart are going insane, never knowing what to think or say or do. Will I even have a choice of what to do? I guess not. That Is driving me mad.
Anyway I better go. Dinner soon. Although while it is your 7:32, it is my 5:32.
Yep.
Even blogging these thoughts didn't help. I'm a bit stuck.

Mahal Kita.

This sounds crazy for someone as young as me saying this.
But... I do believe i have found the place i would like to get married.
And stay there for the honeymoon.
And then live there.
Forever and ever.
and ever.

It is called "The Fort Ilocandia Resort Hotel".
it was classical, tropical, simply beautiful.
Thousands of palm trees.
Courtyards with waterfountains and ancient statues.
Countless frangipani trees.
Archways galore, and my favourite kind or arched windows with white window panes.
Marble floors.
A beautiful grand piano.
A walkway, lined with tall palm trees, ferns, hibiscus trees and other tropical flowers, and old fashioned lamp posts.
Their own private beach with straw huts lined up along the sand.
Dune buggies.
Jeeps.
Golf course - not that i care about that one.
Rivers, lakes, ancient bridges.
They even have a mini zoo for crying out loud.
And that is just a few of the many things i saw there.

The funny thing is, i never wanted some fancy shmancy wedding.
But this place was something better than anything i could have dreamed up.
I did think i would like to be married either on the beach, or at a quiet bay, or by a colourful garden.
It's basically all three combined, and ARGH. I never wanted to leave.
The funny thing is, if it were in Australia it would have costed thousands per night.
But because it is in the Philippines, it equals up to $160.
It is more than worth it.



ANYWAY:
That was yesterday, along with a few other things.
Today we had our first medical missions trip to the first local church.
134 people were treated and helped.
We had medicines for them and a small dental clinic set up.
Many many tooth extractions.
I saw a lot of people walking out the door with less teeth than what they came in with.
But they didn't care, they were so happy. Everyone always is.
-mahala kita-
We talked with the locals, made friends, played with the youngens, particularly a few girls who simply would not leave me alone. They were the shyest of the bunch, but because i came up to them, they were so happy. I felt good that i brought them joy, especially when they were being sorely excluded by everyone else.
A few of the slightly younger aged girls were so beautiful and filled with hope.
Some of the names i remember are Princess, Cheng, Bernadette, Rhoda, Angel.
they are around 13 and 14.
There aren't many our age, only younger or older.
We spent most of our time playing with the little boys and girls, and then talking with the older boys and girls around their 20's.
One was named Eddie i think, he had some psycho long hard-to-pronounce name so he told us to call him Eddie.
He and his friends were teaching us some of their Ylocano and Tagalog language.
I forget most of what they taught us already, something that sounded like apple juice meant Praise God i think.
It frustrates me because i have no idea what 'Maganda' or whatever means, and i am constantly hearing it when someone walks by me.

We ate a lunch of rice (of course) with fried chicken, vegetables, seafood which i did not touch, etc.
Hopefully tonight i have convinced Rob and the others that we should go to KFC for dinner.
Not very adventurous or cultural i know, but i need a break of all that noodles and rice and not knowing whether or not i will like my dinner.
Last night i tried carbonara - never again. ugh.
Although i have taken a large liking to their sweet rolls, fresh out of the oven - they call it 'pan de leche'.
I also had a hot milo which i haven't had in a very long time.
Anyway i only have 20 minutes left on the internet timer so i best be going.
Isusulat Ko Pa Mamaya.

Past happenings:

Over the past few days, here is a bit of what i've been up to.

- Met Kacey, our sponsor child, and his family.
- Took them to Jollibee's which was disgusting.
- Took them shopping.
- Laughed at how mesmerized Kacey was by the transformer toys.
- Was embarrassed by a shopkeeper who got down on his knee and sung "Nothing on you" By B.O.B. to me.
- Got asked if i was a famous popstar singer.
- Found out that the average person here makes the equivalent of about $200 a month to live on.
- Tried to stay dry-eyed as i watched Kacey get so excited with us there that he couldn't breathe because of his bad asthma.
- Went parading around the streets of Laoag in a "March for Jesus" parade along with 800 kids from all the local churches.
- Sang for the kids in the highschool.
- Watched the kids perform their talents for us in the highschool.
- Cried a lot. But not in a bad way.
- Watched a little girl cry as she said thankyou to us as the sponsors on stage.
- Got numerous gifts, including a handmade purse, a picture drawn for me, a handmade origami flower by a little girl, and two white roses from two other little girls.
- Got bombarded by hundreds of kids as they fought over who would be next to us in the photos.
- Realized again just how much i am smiling.
- Was taken countless photos of by everyone around - ones that i was and also was not aware of.
- Had people stroking my hair, but could not get away since i had four kids on my lap and by my side.
- Went for many walks at night through the streets.
- Held my breath for a lot of those walks.
- Saw so much poverty on the streets.
- Watched as an elderly lady was half naked, half covered in rags, searched through a garbage bag for food.
- Drank lots and lots of iced tea.
- Ate lots and lots of rice.
- Became accustomed to the noodles here.
- Photo bombed.
- Got photo bombed.
- Rode in a horse and cart and nearly died.
- walked through trees adorned with golden fairy lights hanging vertically; it reminds me of a willow tree, or the tree of souls off of the Avatar movie.
- Visited Pastor Marilyn's church.
- Sang at the church.
- Saw where the kids go to learn on Saturdays.
- Looked through the files of Hollie's sponsor child.
- Saw the letters we both sent her in 2008 and nearly cried.
- Ate lunch with them, nearly gagged at the squid.
- Also nearly gagged at the soup - it had a plant in it. With a stem. And leaves. And petals. And a bud. Yeah.
- Got used to not having knives to eat with. It's a fork and a spoon, and that is it.
- marvelled at the fact that Jollibees can call see-through pasta as spaghetti, a ball of rice wrapped to look like a cheeseburger, deep fried chicken bones as meaty, and little squares of questionable brownies as a good meal.
- Fell in love with the food at Chow King.

That's about all so far. I'm back at the hotel now.
Soon we will be driving to the airport to say goodbye to Scott.
Then we are possibly sight-seeing a little bit before we go to the quaint cafe we discovered on our late-night walk last night.
I'm looking forward to the iced tea again.
Tomorrow is our first medical mission trip. Keely, Hollie and I have boxes full of medical supplies in our room, as it is by far the biggest room. Possibly in the whole hotel.
I'll get to blog a bit more later. But in a few days time i possibly won't be able to anymore. I will try.
And if i do, i'll be using more dot points. It's so much easier, and doesn't have to be in order.
I know i miss everyone back home, and i miss fresh air, fresh foods, and my pillow.
But i don't ever want to leave.
If only everyone was here, including my pillow. I would be the happiest person on Earth.

I know now more than ever before, that what i am doing now is what i want to be doing for the rest of my life.

I have found my calling.

First impressions.

My first thoughts as the plane lowered itself into the atmosphere of the Philippines was this: "everything is shiny." the city of Manila was a sparkling city. The lights from the houses and towers and shops etc were all the colours of the rainbow. The runway was lit up in rows and the sun was setting red and golden over the ocean. And even the water was filled with little floating buoys that flickered with lights. The moment I stepped onto Asian ground, I noticed the atmosphere is entirely different to Australia. Everything feels different. The air is moist and heavy with tropical flower scents and everywhere I look there are palm leaves, ferns and hibiscus trees. We were ushered along quickly in the Manila airport because we had under a minute to board our next plane. That plane was a little less comfortable and enjoyable than the previous one, but it only went for an hour or so. Laoag airport was made of bricks and had archways everywhere, making me feel like it was medieval times or something. We crossed the road and passed. A long barb wire fence, to be practically smothered by locals who had come to welcome us. And because of the frangipani aroma filling up my senses, everything was happy and tropical. The air has a different feel here. The city smog hangs low on the ground so I have been inhaling horrible fumes, but I've gotten used to the foggy feeling. Besides, everything else around the city is too intriguing to worry about the fumes. The people here are so polite, and so friendly. Not once have I heard any cussing and swearing, which is so refreshing. As I said in my previous post, I can't stop smiling. When you are around the philippinos. It's all you can do. And especially when they don't speak English - smiling has its own language. There haven't been any mosquito bites. Apparently the chances of getting malaria where we are now is about the same as if I were back in Australia. I love the feeling the streets, as well as the country side. But I am really pining to be out among the churches in the villages, that will be Sunday I think. At 12:30am today we are going to meet our sponsor children I am so keen. We'll be able to take them shopping, give them our gifts, play around with them, meet their families and see their homes.
Having everyone treating me like a celebrity already makes me feel sorry for those who are famous. It is funny seeing everyone waving and going out of their way to be seen by us. But I am no different to them, just a different height and colour. Our compassion helper Nathan is extremely nice. He guides us everywhere, shows where the best sights are and helps with everything. He also has a similar camera to mine so we walk around taking photos of everything together. Sometimes I catch him trying to take a photo of our group or of me taking a photo myself. He is a bit odd like that, but he is wonderful. Especially because we share the same passion for missionary work.

So I have written as much as I can think of right now, sorry about the lack of paragraphs and probably good grammar. It is hard to blog on an iPod.
Oh yeah, tomorrow we are doing a 'March For Jesus' parade with the whole city, where we will be parading the streets of laoag with thousands of philippinos who are eager to praise God. I know it will be life- changing.

Where to Begin?

So i know i haven't yet blogged apart from this one, and it will have to be short, i have less than ten minutes until the internet timer runs out.
But what can i say about the Philippines?
I don't know where to start.
The moment i walked off the plane and stepped onto the ground of Laoag city i pretty much fell in love.
The air is heavy and tropical, and when you're not in the city streets surrounded by the insanity that is the traffic, the air is fresh.
We were greeted outside the airport by a large crowd of Philippinos who had come out of curiosity.
A young girl came bouncing up to me and put a lei of fresh frangipani flowers around my neck as a welcome gift.
We were taken to the Renzo hotel in a van, where the seats are lined along the side of the vehicle with no seatbelts, and the bumpy road creates an allmost rollercoaster feel.
So far we haven't done much, we have been around the streets and market places, and just recently came back from a pizza restaurant, filled with waterfalls, rainforesty plants and little huts where we ate. It was beyond beautiful.
Plus, our meals of 6 pieces of pizza and an iced tea (the iced tea here is the best in human existence) Only cost about 150 pesos which is under $5.
Tomorrow we will get a sleep in finally, and after our free time and our personal hour-long massages, we are visiting the sponsor children.
I can't wait to see them.
The rest of the time will involve a lot of medical missions, trips to the churches and compassion programs, etc etc.
If i get a chance to blog again, i'll write more about the real things i love about this place.
I have noticed, my cheeks are constantly aching. I just keep smiling. And it's all genuine happiness too, everything and everyone is and are beautiful and kind.
Hopefully i'll write more later.

New Adventure Arises.

So tomorrow i will be off to embark on a new, wild adventure.
I will be going with a few people from my church on a medical missions trip to the Philippines.
I will be in Laoag for 13 days, visiting the local churches and be there to serve, help, encourage, anything the people need us for.
Some days will be medical trips, visiting sponsor children, church visits, different workshops, helping with children, adults, leaders, etc.
This will test me in many more ways than one. I know it will change me permanently, and i want it to. I will be exposed to many things i would never see here in Australia, and things i have yet to even consider, I'm sure.
But it is my heart, to help these people. I discovered my passion for Missionary work at the beginning of 2010.
And this is my first real opportunity.
I can't wait.
I will try to blog at night, hopefully every night if i can manage. It will be very demanding and draining so i am unsure.
If i don't post, then i am hopefully still breathing and upright.
Tomorrow i will be on the train to Melbourne, and staying there overnight so i can be at the Tullamarine airport at an early hour.
From there we will be flying to Manila, the capital city of the Philippines. After an hour or so of waiting in the airport, i will then be transferring flights to Laoag, at the top of the Philippines.
That is the happenings for my next two days. Come Thursday, well, i honestly don't know what it will be like.
But i don't need to know everything. It is good not expect things.
SO yes. Hopefully i will keep you posted, Mr. Blog. Maybe.
If not, have a good two weeks.
God Bless.

I sometimes think i would prefer to be brunette.
I'm sure people would take me more seriously if i was.
My whole life would probably be altered, purely by hair colour.
Ridiculous.
People subconsciously change their thoughts on people depending on the hair colour. What they prefer, what they are used to, what they wish they had.
And it ends up affecting how we see each other.
Some even seem to have some constant competition between whether blonde or brunette is better.
Once again, Ridiculous.
Not being prejudiced, I am being honest.
But if i were a brunette...

The Butterfly Effect.

In 1963, Edward Lorenz presented a hypothesis to the New York Academy of Science. His theory, states simply, was that:

"A butterfly could flap its wings and set molecules of air in motion, which would move other molecules of air, in turn moving more molecules of air - eventually capable of starting a hurricane on the other side of the planet."

Lorenz and his ideas were literally laughed out of the conference. What he had proposed was ridiculous. It was preposterous, but fascinating nonetheless to everyone who had heard his claim.
Therefore, because of the idea's charm and intrigue, the so-called "butterfly effect" became a staple of science fiction, remaining for decades a combination of myth and legend spread only by comic books and bad movies.

So imagine the scientific community's shock and surprise when, more than thirty years after the possibility was introduced, physics professors working from colleges and universities worldwide came to the conclusion that the butterfly effect was authentic, accurate and viable.

Soon after, it was accorded the status of a "law". Now known as The Law of Sensitive Dependence Upon Initial Conditions, this principle has proven to be a force encompassing more than mere butterfly wings.

Science has shown the butterfly effect to engage with the first movement of any form of matter - including people.

Everything you do matters.

Every move you make.

Every action you take, matters.

Not just to you,

Or your family,

Or your business,

Or hometown.

Everything you do matters

To all of us

Forever.

There are generations yet unborn whose very lives will be shifted and shaped by the moves you make and the actions you take today. And tomorrow. And the next day. And the next.

EVERY SINGLE THING YOU DO MATTERS.

You have been created as one of a kind.

On the planet Earth, there has never been one like you ... and there never will be again.

Your spirit, your thoughts and feelings, your ability to reason and act all exist in no one else.

The rarities that make you special are no mere accident or quirk of fate.

You have been created in order that you might make a difference.

You have within you the power to change the world.

By your hand, millions- billions- of lives will be altered, caught up in a chain of events begun by you this day.

The very beating of your heart has meaning and purpose.
Your actions have value far greater than silver or gold

So what you do with your life today...

Matters forever.