<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226470</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:47:30.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day In Life</title><subtitle type='html'>short round and happy. balding and quite insicure. also tot very good at speling</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhobo003.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226470/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhobo003.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Greg Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10953140693428015433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/16470506_bc30330114_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226470.post-112502145375319955</id><published>2005-08-25T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T18:57:33.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>York is ware its at</title><content type='html'>Well sorry its ben so long since I've posted but iv ben quite busy. I'm un packed and ready to rock your college. To every great plan there obstacles like in my case "rocking York College" the obstacles are classes. I have history, sociology, Bible, math and a freshman seminar but I think ill have time to rock York after I've graduated I miss and love you all let me know what's going on drop me a text or call my cell I have free incoming calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;Greg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226470-112502145375319955?l=hhobo003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhobo003.blogspot.com/feeds/112502145375319955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226470&amp;postID=112502145375319955' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226470/posts/default/112502145375319955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226470/posts/default/112502145375319955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhobo003.blogspot.com/2005/08/york-is-ware-its-at.html' title='York is ware its at'/><author><name>Greg Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10953140693428015433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/16470506_bc30330114_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226470.post-112361017483654829</id><published>2005-08-09T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T10:56:14.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>hay everyone its geting close 10 days untill i leave but i hope we can all get together before zero hour. i wont have much to say while im here but once im there im sure ill have tomuch going on with moving in but ill try to keep talking to you all.  i'll talk to you all latter love you and miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226470-112361017483654829?l=hhobo003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhobo003.blogspot.com/feeds/112361017483654829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226470&amp;postID=112361017483654829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226470/posts/default/112361017483654829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226470/posts/default/112361017483654829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhobo003.blogspot.com/2005/08/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Greg Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10953140693428015433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/16470506_bc30330114_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226470.post-112277195285935403</id><published>2005-07-30T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T18:05:52.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time to go to college</title><content type='html'>It is finally official I’m going to York college in York Nebraska and I’m leaving August 19 or so. I’m also looking for a motorcycle to use while I’m there. I’d like a huge hog or a fast crotch rocket but I might end up with a little old bike from the 70s, not cool. Well I think I’m going to keep this thing going while I’m there and I hope you guys will keep in touch. Pray for me and write me and I’ll try to respond. I’ve only got like three weeks so if you need to tell me something tell me soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226470-112277195285935403?l=hhobo003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhobo003.blogspot.com/feeds/112277195285935403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226470&amp;postID=112277195285935403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226470/posts/default/112277195285935403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226470/posts/default/112277195285935403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhobo003.blogspot.com/2005/07/time-to-go-to-college.html' title='time to go to college'/><author><name>Greg Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10953140693428015433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/16470506_bc30330114_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226470.post-112234282299695794</id><published>2005-07-25T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T18:53:43.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>somthing that came to me does it make sence?</title><content type='html'>Regardless of how many times I lose a battle God has already won the war. The end can not be ruined because God holds it only the battles we fight now, the choices we make, can be lost. Satin does not have omnipotence he is bound by God and can not even stand. Unlike God he is unable to see the future or change the past he is only able to manipulate the choices we make in the present instant not at any other moment and he cannot, despite any planning, predict or interpret the future beyond what God allows and therefore he is nothing in the shadow of God. How can you defeat a foe who knows all and can move freely though any barrier including time and free will? You can’t.&lt;br /&gt;   This moment God planed, and tuned every aspect in it. In fact he is here, in this moment, changing something to better my future or my past. God works all things out for the good of those who love him. All satin can do is try and strike God through our choices. If we are manipulated into thinking we are beyond what we can bare satin has struck God. But God saw it coming, so why does he allow it? Because a forced decision is not a decision at all, it is nothing but a completely predictable action and therefore not a decision. Only when we have the ability to make a decision freely is it a battle and once we have decided to follow the suggestion and influence of satin have we allowed God to be mocked and lose the battle. We have free will to make Godly decisions and a Godly decision is a victory for God.&lt;br /&gt;   Why are we aloud to make ungodly decisions? Because if we didn’t have the option of both Godly and ungodly it would not be a choice, but rather, like falling despite the desire to stop there is no other cores of action. It’s a giant circle and it is too far beyond my grasp to even try to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;God open my eyes again and let me see the right choice as my only option and when I am tempted beyond what I can bare let me see that it is just a suggestion of satin. God I want to overcome in your name but satin is using me as a means of insult to you, his better. Every sin every unwholesome thought is an insult against you and they must stop. I am a sinner saved by your grace and love I give all sin and all short comings to you in hope of finding peace and forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;   One day I hope to reach perfection and freedom from satin. God give me the freedom, and like I’ve prayed many times, the strength and resolve to overcome the snares and devices of satin. Take away his darts and enlighten me to his lies. I know the sweetness of his vices and the pain that fallows in this mortal life. The pain is not worth the pleasure and how much more in the life to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregory Scott Johnson&lt;br /&gt;      July 22, 2005&lt;br /&gt;         11:13 p.m.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226470-112234282299695794?l=hhobo003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhobo003.blogspot.com/feeds/112234282299695794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226470&amp;postID=112234282299695794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226470/posts/default/112234282299695794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226470/posts/default/112234282299695794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhobo003.blogspot.com/2005/07/somthing-that-came-to-me-does-it-make.html' title='somthing that came to me does it make sence?'/><author><name>Greg Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10953140693428015433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/16470506_bc30330114_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226470.post-112049597683719509</id><published>2005-07-04T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T09:52:56.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>I’ve been around the world in 30 days ok well I’ve just been to 12 states in 27 but still quite impressive. I circumnavigated Kansas so I’m pretty pleased. Well its good to be back and I have read hair but enough about me lets talk about you whats happened since I’ve been gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226470-112049597683719509?l=hhobo003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhobo003.blogspot.com/feeds/112049597683719509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226470&amp;postID=112049597683719509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226470/posts/default/112049597683719509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226470/posts/default/112049597683719509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhobo003.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Greg Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10953140693428015433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/16470506_bc30330114_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226470.post-111868046264258793</id><published>2005-06-13T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T16:19:04.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay I'm in York Nebraska</title><content type='html'>hay every one im in nebraska and having a blast soul quest just started and i'v just finished advanced. advanced is a leadership camp where therity or so soon to be college students go and meet eachother and have devoes and stuff i dont have much time because im on a computer that is not to mine and im probably going to be cought at any time. ill try to be quik and tell you a little about it the capous is prity sick but very humid and they make you wake up to early you can see the school's web site here &lt;a href="http://www.york.edu/"&gt;http://www.york.edu/&lt;/a&gt; there is a map and some other fun stuff. well i also got to go to anouthe camp with advanced with high eliments like rock walls and tarzan swings and zip lines but the best thing was the tellaphone pole you had to clime stand upon turne around and jump for a trapiez bar what a rush well iv got to go eat breackfast and have some more fun. ill talk to you all later i love moust of you&lt;br /&gt;see ya soon&lt;br /&gt;love greg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226470-111868046264258793?l=hhobo003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhobo003.blogspot.com/feeds/111868046264258793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226470&amp;postID=111868046264258793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226470/posts/default/111868046264258793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226470/posts/default/111868046264258793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhobo003.blogspot.com/2005/06/hay-im-in-york-nebraska.html' title='Hay I&apos;m in York Nebraska'/><author><name>Greg Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10953140693428015433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/16470506_bc30330114_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226470.post-111755905718213451</id><published>2005-05-31T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T11:06:31.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somthing i found quite funy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~hhobo003/cat.mpeg"&gt;http://home.comcast.net/~hhobo003/cat.mpeg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what did you think&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226470-111755905718213451?l=hhobo003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhobo003.blogspot.com/feeds/111755905718213451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226470&amp;postID=111755905718213451' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226470/posts/default/111755905718213451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226470/posts/default/111755905718213451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhobo003.blogspot.com/2005/05/somthing-i-found-quite-funy-httphome.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10953140693428015433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/16470506_bc30330114_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226470.post-111747823195273973</id><published>2005-05-30T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T11:39:59.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All 'n a days fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11325840@N00/16470505/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC00647" src="http://photos12.flickr.com/16470505_3243f2d3bf_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots and lots of mud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11325840@N00/16470503/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC00644" src="http://photos14.flickr.com/16470503_152185a673_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was very stuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11325840@N00/16470502/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC00642" src="http://photos11.flickr.com/16470502_fd7cc82d19_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11325840@N00/16470503/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC00644" src="http://photos14.flickr.com/16470503_152185a673_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11325840@N00/16470501/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Copy of DSC00640" src="http://photos10.flickr.com/16470501_fab5dde3ad_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11325840@N00/16471294/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC00648" src="http://photos9.flickr.com/16471294_efc617dd2e_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very stuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11325840@N00/16470504/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Copy of DSC00645" src="http://photos12.flickr.com/16470504_b5ed4a1cfd_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end my dad got me out but it took six hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11325840@N00/16471295/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11325840@N00/16471295/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/16471295_cb979f3909_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="DSC00650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and ben after a hard days play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11325840@N00/16471297/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="New Image5" src="http://photos12.flickr.com/16471297_d7665777f4_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11325840@N00/16471296/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC00651" src="http://photos10.flickr.com/16471296_71b5260721_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and his happy brownie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226470-111747823195273973?l=hhobo003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhobo003.blogspot.com/feeds/111747823195273973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226470&amp;postID=111747823195273973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226470/posts/default/111747823195273973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226470/posts/default/111747823195273973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhobo003.blogspot.com/2005/05/all-n-days-fun-lots-and-lots-of-mud-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10953140693428015433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/16470506_bc30330114_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226470.post-111370244850694606</id><published>2005-04-16T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T11:24:33.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Close Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11325840@N00/16471299/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/16471299_54733cc31e_m.jpg" width="200" height="198" alt="yosemite" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Greg went snowboarding and had a great time. But, as you all know, Greg wouldn't bother telling you that unless he had a near death experience. This morning he was expecting to just chill maybe watch movies and play video games. Then out of no where he gets a phone call from one of his best friends in the world, Isaac. "Hay Greg" he says "Hay Isaac" Greg responds. All in all it was a dull conversation but in the end Greg and Isaac are going to Arapaho Basin. On the way they had some playful banter about Jon Stewart and other brilliant comedians and then they arrived. A beautiful parking space was happened upon right next to the lift and the began. Greg and Isaac met some very interesting people all of them are very nice and bi, lingual that is. There names were Oscar, Carlos, Burro, Juan and Erick. Getting up the lift was an interesting ordeal but you wont be board with the intrakit details. We were having fun fight up until Greg got lost and then everything went very wrong, alright Greg got lost before most of them got on the lift but that is not important. Once separated from the pack Greg begins to panic in the flurry of emotions Greg cuts a rope and falls on a very large stump brushing his amazing thigh and knee. Hurt and panicking like a wounded animal he struggles to the lift only to find Oscar and Erick there waiting for him. So, all is remidied except for the stabbing, throbbing pain in Greg's upper leg. Once at the top of the lift there is a joyful reunion with the rest of the group. They press on through several trips through the terrain park and our fearless leader Isaac, also known in some circles as the Ice Man, suggests we clime the highest peak and to enjoy the little known pleasures of hiking through high alpine environments. During this 45 minuet trek they almoste resorted to cannibalism and drinking their ow... well any way once they summited two of there number were no longer among them and the real fun was under foot. The first three fearless individuals went headlong into unsure terrain leaving two cowards sitting on a ledge in fear of what was to come. Those two cowards were Greg and Oscar who swore to watch one anohters backs and then they plunged into the bottomless oblivion. While Greg was strapping in to his board the deceiving ground gave way nder his naively trusting foot. The world suddenly stood still time stopped all of eternity was focused on this moment. Greg fell to his apparent doom tumbling down in one last futile effort for survival he plunges his left foot into the snow it gives there is a spark of hope kindled in his hart only to be followed by the cold stab of despair when he still is out of control and continues to fall. Then "Crack" his knee gives to the strain of his body turning and tumbling down the slope of shattered dreams. There is no order only fear and pain, what could be done to avoid the jagged rocks his own snowboard even his closest friends? Nothing. After the eternity of disorder and pain time begins only to intensify his fear of what was coming done the mountain to repay his incline defiance of the mountain but as time continues and the pain that was coming never came he fearfully raises his headed only to see a familiar face witch seems to show more fear and despair than than Greg felt darting all those moments of disorder Isaac. He came and made every thing right we went and had some food discussed cars, girls, soccer and golf then went home. Except for the limp I will cairy for many days to come there will probably be no lasting effects from that faitful day Saturday April 16 2005 and yes I was that boy Greg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226470-111370244850694606?l=hhobo003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhobo003.blogspot.com/feeds/111370244850694606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226470&amp;postID=111370244850694606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226470/posts/default/111370244850694606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226470/posts/default/111370244850694606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhobo003.blogspot.com/2005/04/close-call.html' title='A Close Call'/><author><name>Greg Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10953140693428015433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/16470506_bc30330114_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
