So I and my friends just got back from a youth center in a metropolis city. (I won't say which one.)

We went for a service project in school: go there, hang out with the kids for a few hours, then skip out on an exam for the end of the semester.

It was really eye opening.

All the kids there might not have had homes to go back to, I don't know and I didn't ask.

We had a devotion and had to read passages from the Bible, and the middle school aged kids had trouble pronouncing several words. I was called on to read and when I was finished one of them started clapping and said "Good reading!"

But in the end, we're all just kids. Some of us have just been placed in rougher situations than others. We're also all sinners and need God in our lives, so I'm very happy that those kids have a place to go to.

I think I'll try go back again one day.

I'm getting closer and closer to publishing something. Just wait a bit longer.