Late post

First of all, I would like to say that I am sorry about not posting recently, I will get back on track with updating my blog, between my internet not working and not having enough time between tons of other homework for this class and my three others combined with my fall sport water polo, I have had no time for anything except sports, school and sleep.
Recently we have been reading a book called A Long Way Gone, Memoirs of a Child Soldier, written by a former child soldier for the Sierra Leone rebels fighting to free the people of Sierra Leone from their rulers named Ishmael Beah. During the book there are multiple times where Ishmael is struggling with the things he has witnessed, such as watching people die and seeing the aftermath of the killing that the rebels have committed. I don't know how anything could console him after seeing that, but as he says in one part of the book, every time he sees the moon he remembers things from when he was six and he's glad to know not all of him has changed. When he longs to be back with his family he thinks back to the times before the war, to the times before all of this madness happened, that is another thing that takes him out of the present and into the past, one thing that consoles him. When I am having a hard time with a day I like to go and just swim, one of the roughest days I can remember I went to my high school's pool when I lived in California, it was open for public use Mon-Sat, and swam from 3:00 to 7:00 at night to clear my head. Another thing I would do to console me or to clear my head, was to go surfing or to play music. Now that I live in Michigan vs. Southern California I sometimes sit in my bed depressed thinking back to the good ol' days of surfing, sometimes I play or music, and now I sometimes when I can I do go and just swim for hours at a relaxed pace. Nothing I can think of however would console me after witnessing what Ishmael witnessed. Or what happened to one of the boys that Ishmael travels with to escape his loneliness more than the war. One of the boys, Saidu, had three sisters, when the rebels burst in his door to kill/rape/pillage everything they had, Saidu was in the attic getting rice for his family's escape. His three sisters, 19, 17, and 15, were beaten and raped over and over and over again as his father fought to have them stop, he was beat down with the butt of a gun and his mother was beaten as she screamed how sorry she was that she brought them into this mess. He was in the attic holding his breath and listening to all of this happened, this breaks my heart for what happened, he described as though his veins were being pulled out of him viciously one inch at a time. I don't know anything that could console anyone after something as horrific as that. Ishmael didn't have it much easier and yet he was still able to console himself. My prayers go out to Saidu and all of the others that have been reluctantly dragged into this