There is a reason that revolutions look to put down the intelligentsia first because we are the ones who inspire, teach, record truth, and promote the good. I thought all I would do with this journal was record history of the end, but as I sit here at the shelter, trying to dry out from the thunderstorm, I am thinking of beginnings. Maybe the end does not have to be the end. Maybe if I can reclaim who I am, the teacher, that tried to inspire the young, the end could be a beginning. I told Joanne of my thoughts on this, this need to make a better world. It has been so long since I trusted anyone, talked like that, of hopes and dreams, remembered who I was. I don’t mean I will change everything.  No, I am a realist, just the world around me.   Maybe I will look up from surviving and maybe do some good. I would rather live building something better than just survive. Gracias Joanne. Poder a la gente.