1. when i ran away from home for two weeks and ended up at Amber's Arms, a shelter for troubled youth. i realized that no matter how bad i feel, there's always someone who has it worse. and always someone who has it better.
2. my first 'true' acid trip when i relaized that its okay not to believe in god or have a religion. i've never felt more satisfied about my beliefs.
3. my senior year of high school when i met Beth, a janitor in my school. sshe taught me about socialism, marx, the economy, and utopia. she definetly wasnt a janitor, she was my sense. she taught me how to be an activist.