Where does the stress come from?

I only have this amount of time, so i will just write whatever. I have no time to organize anything.

Now, I am helping Eddie to pull people for this wedding choir this saturday. I didn't think it would be that hard. I thought people tend to help. I am stressed about people will actually back out right before saturday. Then I will be screwed. And now, I don't have the Latin copy of Ave Maria, so I am supposed to look for it by tomorrow. I have scan the songs so I can send them to the people who are going to help out. Since we have no time to practice, they will have to look up the songs by themselves. Everything is in a rush since Eddie called me last thursday. I am worried as hell.

I went volunteering by myself today. I finally met bert again. But it's so heart broken. I don't think he remembers who I am. HEART BROKEN. However, I just thanked God for giving him this kind heart, asked God not to take this away, and help him in any ways to help as many people as he can. I have never asked God to connect us. For some reasons, I found it selfish if I asked for that. Being a tool of God has nothing to do with relationships I guess. Well, as long as he is a good nurse, that's the most important. But damn he's cute.