Move me on Purpose

Never been to a motor race before, much less the Formula 1, until a year ago. One of the pre-race events was the Celebrity Event where a bunch of celebrities got into BMW 1's and raced around the circuit. I'd never heard a sweeter sounding roar than when they thundered down the track a mere two meters away from where I was standing. I'd seen these cars on the street alright, but I've never felt one firing on all pistons with its 60km/h leash taken off.

Michael Moore presented a rather stark view on the American healthcare system in Sicko. One of his blows to the system was how the volunteer rescue workers at ground zero during the September 11 event weren't taken care of by the "system" the same way that the "official" rescue workers were - respiratory diseases and all. One of the volunteer nurses was asked why she jumped in and help without thinking twice about her insurance policy or her health cover.

"My airway was totally burned that first week. I had trouble breathing by then... But, we wanted to see if we could dig anybody up alive, we wanted to see if we had lost anybody, if we were missing somebody... I wanted to help, I was trained for this. Y'know, you see somebody who's in need, you help'em..."

There's something about fulfilling a purpose, or an original design that moves me to tears. When a 100 piece orchestra plays as one sound. When a car hits the tarmac at full throttle. When a trained nurse takes on ground zero. I think the Creator feels the same about us.