torn into a million pieces.

people ask me.. why'd you love redcross so much?

i don't really know how or what to answer them.. i just give a sheepish grin and a stupid answer "it's fun."

but now i'm here.. being told to weigh out my priorities.. being told redcross isn't my life.. being told not to expect others to make redcross their life..

so it gets me thinking.. why am i so attached to redcross? what keeps me going back? what keeps the flame of passion burning?

i think it's the people who keep me going back..
people who make me feel at home, people who let me be me, people who make me laugh and let me laugh, people who care when i'm down, people who encourage and guide me, people who catch me when i fall, people who are forever willing to share a hug, people who appreciate, people who listen, people who put up with stupid me.

the satisfaction gained from accomplishment and the way redcross pushes me to break my limits is the reason i keep going back with a flame of passion still burning strong.

now can you beat that? i bet not. so why don't you keep your comments to yourself and let redcross continue to impact my life positively.

if not for redcross..
i'd still be dragging, i'd never love footdrill, i'd be a follower, i'd be incompetent, i'd not know how to do minutes, i'd be living selfishly in my own world not learning or sharing any knowledge, i'd not know all my closest friends, i'd not meet wonderful people, i'd not be me.

i hate how people criticise redcross and have such low tolerance for us, but yet in this competitive society, such things are classified as leisure, not to be taken seriously.

and noone would trulyunderstand this unless they share the same passion and love.

so there.
why it it that i always suffer from withdrawals after camps?