Playing on the jukebox: "New Way To Be Human" by Switchfoot, "Brother's Keeper" by Rich Mullins and "Sweet Days of Grace" by Cindy Morgan.
I've been going, non-stop, since last Tuesday! The trip to Washington, DC, was interesting. There were some definite ups and downs. All of the medical tests were pretty standard - excellent eyesight, excellent hearing, sane, etc. The polygraph test was another story. I don't know how people can think they can beat a polygraph test. My conscience kept selling me out. If the guy administering the test asked me a question, I'd have to scan my entire past to see what would qualify as an answer. Unfortunately, the fact that I was thinking about these things and saying "No" told him that I was hiding something. So, I had to tell this guy everything, whether it was what he wanted to know or not. The objective of the test was not to reveal my dirty laundry; it was to find out if I would try hiding anything from them. When all was said and done, the polygrapher knew more about me than my parents do. I walked out of there feeling like the lowest form of life. I came face-to-face with how evil I really am.
