I thought about going to church as a kid and questioning my religion, what was he supposed to save me from, my life was for the most part great, with the mild acception of my father being crazy half the time. Over time it occurred to me that God could be saving other people who needed it more.

The amount of control the 20% had over the south African population was absolutely insane, cities built just to be destroyed at any sudden uprising, people to be killed with no hesitation. Are we as people really that deranged as to kill thousands with no hit taken to our conscience?

Thinking back to the speech "the danger of a single story," they believed that his prayers were more powerful because the bible was in "English" when in reality its just the version they received from white people.

People don't actually care what color a person is, they only care about what they were taught to care about, and they are taught to dislike what is unfamiliar or different. I have never been a person to care what others are doing or what they look like but I know I am also guilty for judging people for not being "normal." Like if they like things that I find weird, I automatically make a quick judgement of them in my head.

Picking a name for your child is something I've honestly thought about a lot, I have a long list that I will go over and revise if I'm bored because its something to think about. In the future I want to have enough time to think about that before committing to it for life. In her mind she has expanded my train of thought, not wanting to give them a fate based on their name.

The faith that Patricia Noah has is honestly so admirable. Even in the smallest of moments such as this one, she believes that his eyebrows and hair was burned by the wrath of God. She trusts and believes his word in every chapter and was even described in the first one as "a very religious person."

Relasionships are a very slippery slope in our day in age. Whether it is compulsive possessiveness or jealousy people always want more out of what they have, never satisfied. In the end people who are not totally trusting and secure in their relationships will always end up left or cheating. As Trevor Noah says you don't own what you love, meaning you have to be able to have that trust in a person that they will always come back to your arms at the end of the day.

His father didn't understand racism, which is the realest thing I have ever read. Why and how did we even begin to hate solely because of the color of their skin? It genuinely has never made sense to me, I have been around lots of racist people before, I've heard it around me for years but it never clicked why. Why are people hateful over nothing? Who started this generational chain of hate?

Growing up I remember being scared of my dad. He never hit us or anything but once, he whooped my older sister right in front of me for something I did. As Trevor Noah said he put the fear of God in me. I tried so hard after that to not make him mad but it was always useless. He could have a great day and then one thing goes wrong and he explodes. My dad suffers from bipolar disorder, he was always irate and screaming or would take us to dinner just because he felt like it that night. I remember coming from my moms house wondering which dad I would get that day. It was usually the angry one.

In middle school and highschool I can't help but notice, most people in relationships are in them solely because they want to be liked. They want to feel needed, wanted, loved. It's something all people feel and want at some point in their lives.

I used to have only two or three friends, I knew people but they weren't my friends. Now that I have lots of friends and groups I weave between, it has kind of turned into a habit to try and blend in and match the energy or personality of the group around me. Few people get to know who I am, how I live or especially how I feel.

This reflects in a Ted talk we watched in my economics class, he tells the story of him trading a paper clip until he traded for a house. At the end he reflects telling the audience that you have to take that chance, even if it doesn't turn out the way you want it because there is always a chance it will.

As the middle of three in my house, one older sister, one younger. Invisible, yet the most trouble for everyone. "You're so mean Cammie," "Why would you do that Cammie?" Acting out of boredom, acting out to be noticed. It's what kids do to feel seen, and clearly, I don't feel seen.

Lies are really weird in the way that we do it all the time and don't even notice. We lie to our parents about why we need something, about where we were. We lie to strangers about who we are, what our name is. Its easy to lie, that's why we do it.

I remember the day my mom decided I needed a debit card. It was pretty cool because none of my friends had one, I know why now. Most of my friends grew up in nice houses with nice families with nice money. I didn't. They are weird about money, I don't spend mine unless I'm hungry or I've been dying for something for over a year. They see something that's been "trendy for three days and buy it without hastation. It's just a bit weird.

My dad is a gun nut. We have one in just about every corner or closet of our house "just in case." Who knows what that "just in case" is that requires 25 guns but he seems pretty convinced. When Noah says its somewhere you go only to buy an AK-47 all i think about is my dads house.

When you're a kid you just know your small circle of the world, your parents, your friends, your teachers. You know nothing about how everything works until you get there. Everything you know is what your family has chosen to tell you. Nothing in your head surrounds war or death or anything like that, it's just not in there. Be aware of your world because in the words of Patrica Noah, "the world doesn't love you. "

Anger is a powerful thing, it leads to an internal insanity that is impossible to control. It can cause the balance between life and death to slip, becoming indivisible, like it did with Trevor's mom.