Every time something strange happens, or something out of the ordinary, somebody always turns around and says, “What is the world coming to!” I am sure that there are many answers to that, which I would love to explore. Sometimes our lives seem to be played out by clichés… What is the world coming to…ya man…and so on. It was always nice when something out of the ordinary happen. On one occasion, some friends and I were sitting out on the front lawn of our high school when two young men in running shoes ran by us, and I calmly point out the two streeker’s passing us on the lawn. One of the girls took a quick look, then realized about 3 seconds later that they were almost totally naked except for their shoes. “What is the world coming to!” she cried. At that point, I think I said, “Ah there just guys.” Oh how I had wished there were girls. That reminds of the first time I cared about what the world was coming to. I was about four years of age at the time. A friend and I had found not one, but two cans of grass green paint. After about ten minutes of deep philological discussion, we decided that the world was not green enough. So with our newfound paint we were going to paint the world green. Mainly because we wondered, “What is the world coming to!” it just was not green enough. We started with the back parking lot behind our apartment home. We painted the wooded post that was all gray. We painted the rocks that were all gray. We painted part of the fire escape, which was all rusted. We even painted the cars that happen to be in the parking lot at the time. At some point, my friends mother came along at told me to go home. So I did, and when I got home, which was only a flight of stairs away I found the door locked. So I knocked on the door. My mother opened the door, and with a long face said “is that you!” “Yes” I said and began to cry, because by this time I looked like a little green man from mars and the paint started to burn my skin. My loving mother called the doctor and had me soak in the bathtub all that night, and for the next few days. By the end of the week, I had turned from the little green man from mars, to a prune. Somehow, I had to come to the realization that painting the world green was a much bigger task than I had first thought, and that maybe I should wait until I was much older. Painting other peoples cars was defiantly off the list of getting the world greener. Well, no matter what we think the world is coming to, it seems no matter how we go about trying to change it, it can lead to unseen consequences. Yet even today in some way, I am still trying to paint the world green. And it is still the same old reason, “what is the world coming to?” Do we not all try to change the world in some small way, because we see the world changing for better or for worse? Then ask our selves that same old cliché “What is the world coming to?” We shake our heads and say, “I don’t know”. Of course, we do not know, just as I did know that you could not paint the world green in a day, a year, or a lifetime! But that four-year-old boy saw something wrong with the world. What was it? Was it the gray parking lot? No! It must have been the creativity that mankind was born with. A can of paint, a few brushes, a dull looking parking lot, a good friend, and pesto! Instant trouble. Well at this point, all I can say is… I wonder if President Bush and Prime Minister Blair are having dinner together tonight?