what a friend i've found

what do I strive for....?

is it to be nice and kind-hearted?

is it to try my hardest and be the best i can be?

is it to make people laugh and get lots of friends?

is it to make musical fusion as often as i can?

is it to dream big and chase after my goals?

sure, im a nice, funny, musical, dream chasin kinda guy but ive been askin myself that same question since forever ago, what is really worth striving for?

and sure all those things are great but who would i be and where would i be without my friend and Saviour who lives in the depths of my heart, Jesus Christ.

For the cry of my heart is to bring Him praise and exalt His name in everything that I do.

mark my words

                                  I heard the best advice anyone could ever give me today.
                                  Except it wasn't directed at me, it was directed at a 3 year old
                                  girl that my mom takes care of.
                                  The girl wanted my mom to fix her bunny ears hat thing and
                                  my mom knew exactly what she wanted but the girl didn't say
                                 anything.....she just stood there.  
                                  So all my mom said was...."use your words."
                                 
                                  It felt like she was talking to me. 
                                 "use your words for goodnes sake tyson!"  
                                  .....she's been telling me that my whole life,
                                 and i still haven't learned it. 
                                 I'm workin on it. 


                          oooo and this inspires me to practise piano more and more.   


                                
                                

You shall not pass

A guy at school thinks I look like a wizard.  No joke.

Okay, I know what you're thinking... anybody can say that.

And you're right, anybody could say, that I have the characteristics

of a wizard and depending on the person I would think about their

statement and why they think I look like a wizard. 

But this guy....he isn't just my best friend that i've known since grade 2

and he's deffinately no stoner who wastes his time hackin darts in the parking lot

He's different.

I can remember ever since I met him, which was 4 years ago

        ....he's worn either a trench coat, a bow tie, a suit jacket, penny loafers,

an old man hat, a Dr. Who scarf or just all of the above.

                         I had a class with him two years ago and he taught me what a cajon is,

                             what khat is and about the rituals of the Icelandic peoples during the Viking age.  

I got to be in his moleskin journal that he carries around with him, he wrote down...

" Tyson has the characteristics of a wizard-  moccasins, skinny jeans and hair that goes every which way.  Needs improvment:  A long black cape and a gotee"

     Long black cape?...shouldn't be a problem

Gotee?.......not happening any time soon

Some old photos that id just like to share

that first photo was totally on a wardrobe and its totally a lion handle

soo, if you climbed in it would basically take you to Narnia, no big deal.

Aslan, what a champ.

slowly falling

               

                                During the march break I got the opportunity to venture to Toronto

                                with my churches youth group on a missions trip. 

                                We learned about different religions and visited each of the religions temples. 

                                It was quite interesting to say the least.

                               We also got the honour to listen to the stories of a Holocaust survivor.
                               Her name was Heddi Bohm.
                               She said the reason she was sharing her story with us is because 2 years ago 
                               people started making claims that the Holocaust never happened. 


                  Could you imagine?

being crammed into cattle cars with 100 other people for a two week journey to be taken to the largest concentration camp-Auschwitz, splitting up with your parents at the age of 16 and then after so many years of hoping to be a family again.... you come to the realization that you'll never see your parents EVER again because they were forced into gas chambers,  or having to eat grungy dish water that they called soup and stale bread, or working 12 hour shifts in the bleak winter in nothing but a shabby summer dress ....and living through it all and it having such an impact on you that you have nightmares.....and you havent said a word about your past to anyone because it caused so much pain ...

             ....until you find out that people think it never happened.

                                After not being able to share her story for so long, Hedy now shares her

                                personal testimony to people all over Canada.

                                Now it's your turn, share your story.

its raining

yesterday, i fell alseep on the floor. today i sprained my foot doing parkour.

                             It's the beginning of lent and I decided to give up facebook, which is

                             going to be quite difficult as I'm kind've addicted to it.  

                                       But I think it's time I give it up......well for fourty days.

oh and if I did have facebook

those first two sentences that I wrote would have been my status.

contagious joy

                                i've finally realized that the reason I don't like talking to you that
                                much over the internet is because it pales in comparison to when
                               we're face to face.