Heroine Addicts

I just saw a piece on how Afghanistan has become the largest cultivator, producer and distrubutor of heroine in the world producing over 87% of the world's heroine. That is so shocking.

There was a man passed out in front of our apartment building here in Iran the other day. He looked half dead, blood coming out of his nose and just lying there in fron of the building. My family, oblivious to the goings on, were concerned, trying to get someone to call the police. Every Iranian that passed by was ignoring and walking past with disgusted looks on their faces. There is a boy up on the fourth floor who speaks English and he must have been embarrassed on the count of our family being foreign, but he was trying to get us to just leave it. My mother being the persistent woman she is, she kept pressing the matter. He could have died right there on the front steps and that would have been gross and really disconcerting. So finally the guy from the fourth floor's mum yells out the window and tells us he is a druggie. But still, it's not right just to leave the man dying in his own filth is it? It was sad.

I saw a piece earlier this morning called "Who's Afraid of AIDS?" about young kids in Latin America struggling with HIV and TB and Aids. It was sad but looking at the women (and it usually is women, men are uncaring idiots) teaching them and caring for them was really thought provoking. I mean these women devote their lives to these kids and the kids really love these women. It is a very fulfilling livelihood. Is journalism fulfilling? I suppose if you are reporting news overseas ( i don't find anything American worthwhile really. My prejudice i suppose) about worthwhile things or if your report can bring chnage and help people. Humanitarian news. That sort of thing. Hmmn. I dunno. You have to have a passion for it to the extent that you do not even realize that you are working or that you are overworking. How do you know you have a passion for something? Is it something you inherently know? DO you figure it out after five years of hating your job? Or do you realize in school? When and how do you know what your real passion is and that you are not just settling for safe and practical and something you think you may be halfway good at?

I hate the twenties. It's only been 2 years but i don't think i am doing them right yet. How do you get through the twenties and love them?