I thought we were going to the museum, this is a subway station...oh, it is the museum

New York Cares: early wake up for Teake, Jordan, and I, because we had New York Cares, where we chaporoned kids from the St. Theresa house on their trip to the Transit Museum. I had, what at first seemed a shy young man by the name of Maliek, who turned out to be a bit of a hyper ball of energy. The good thing about Maliek, is he never got too far away from his brother, making it fairly easy to keep an eye on him, since there was another chaporone attempting as hard as I was to keep an eye on the two of them, at some points I will not lie, I lost the kid, but it wasn't hard to find him again, because I could hear him from a good distance away. The museum was really cool, it was in an old subway station that was closed down because the train that went through it traveled a total of ten blocks, and everyone just got smart and walked instead of wait for a train. There were a lot of old subway cars, that the kids got to play around in, and parts of a bus for kids to simulate driving in, just all around a good time for these kids. After that, the three of us USFers returned to the apartment to catch up on some sleep, since the kids tired us out. Then I ended the night by going over to the KGB bar, that has a theatre on it's first floor, that holds a show called Too Much Light Makes The Baby Go Blind. It was really good, they had a good mix of serious stuff and comedy. Thinking of their short plays they had in their show reminds to bring it down to a highly serious note. We all have a chance to make a difference in someone's life, and sometimes that means a lot more to certain people than others, the people of Haiti have experienced a tremendous travesty to their country, and I would strongly recommend attempting to assist those who are homeless, alone, afraid, and for those hopefully still fighting for their lives. If you can find a way to help in any way to rescue or assistance, please do. Sometimes all it takes is a simple gift of a dollar, or maybe a donation to get some of the less fortunate some food to help them make it through another day. Because you may think you have it hard with your long days at work, or dealing with difficult people in your lives, but trust me, it is nothing compared to what the people of Haiti are going through, and will probably never amount to the amount of hurt that a large group of survivors have gone through. Until next time.