Mahatma Gandhi (via purplebuddhaproject)
So, two days ago, my mom came to a show, and gave me a goody bag, some birthday money since that was last week, and a birthday card with some money my grandmother had sent me. I put all the money in my wallet, and I just checked to find out all my money was stolen.
Words can’t suffice to encapsulate how much disbelief and shock I’m in right now. This isn’t the first time this has happened in the corps, but I didn’t think it would happen to me, because I trusted my brothers that I didn’t have to constantly have my wallet under lock and key. Now I feel foolish for being under such an assumption. Whoever has been doing this has been doing more than hurting their brothers and this organization; they are single handedly destroying everything this organization stands for. I can no longer trust that my fellow brother won’t go through my belongings for a quick buck, when I would be willing to help financially if they just asked, if such were the issue. I don’t even care about the $120, I just want to be able to trust my brothers, and believe in this brotherhood.
Perhaps I’m imagining such a goal.
Rant over and out.
The closest manifestation of the human soul I’ve yet to hear.