October 16, 2007

• ok. i think the deed is done. updating facebook, myspace, orkut, and xanga. bleh. on to homework.

  please pray for my little cousin Presley. she had a concussion while playing softball and i don’t know what all lasting problems she will have, but it sounds like a big deal from the e-mail.

  I am getting back to the US…November 6ish. and would like a job. if
  you have any ideas, openings, friends with connections, could you
  please let me know? my TOP choices would be working at
  Half-price books, Boarders (downtown would be sweet!), the Library
  (what the heck do you need to do to work at the library?) or the United
  Education Store because those are the places i practically
  live at and will be spending my life savings at when i get back. might
  as well get a discount. Working at a restaurant would work too.
  one with big tipppers. maybe a secretary something? hmm. something with
  good job training…

  you know what life is? it is going through time and meeting people and
  figuring out who you want to take with you through the rest of time.
  you meet some people sometimes that you just click with. and then you
  decide how close you will be and how hard you will work to make those
  relationships work. and sometimes you have to let go. sometimes they
  are not right for you or you for them…and it hurts because you feel
  like something that should rightfully be yours was taken away…

  another story. i get goosebumps when i hear people tell me things like this. My translation does not do it justice.

  when you have nothing, you don’t need anything.

  Living
  with my father was hard. i was in my upper teens, my brother was only
  15. My father was into spiritualism. He allowed demons to control him.
  Once he broke the wardrobe door and plunged it into his foot. i put my
  fist into the gash to try to make it stop bleeding. He walked down the
  cobblestone street, stomping his bare feet into the rocks until they
  were mangled. i could tell when the demons would come and go. during
  that time the Bible was a book alive to me. He would threaten to kill
  me, but i knew he couldn’t touch me. he tried to come after me with
  forks or knives, but he couldn’t. there was always a line he couldn’t
  pass.

   Us three–my mother, my brother and i–stuck together and
  didn’t leave the others alone. when he left we were without any income,
  and my mother was very sick, but there was never one night i went
  hungry. many times we would go to bed with nothing left, but God
  would always provide. sometimes it was a note from a friend. one time our
  neighbor didn’t have room in her refrigerator and asked if we minded
  taking her extra food. whenever one of us would wake up in the middle
  of the night we would get the other two and start praying. One night,
  mom led us to the refrigerator and opened the door. there was nothing
  left. same with the cupboards. She got a piece of paper and told us to
  write all we wanted on it. My brother wrote down chocolate cookies. we
  laughed and prayed and then tore off each item we’d listed, and tossed
  it over the wall for the angels to read. Early the next morning, before
  any of us had gotten up, Patricia began to bring in a whole feira for
  us. Our cupboards overflowed. We woke up to food that lasted us for
  three months. and chocolate cookies. My brother prayed for a job to
  come to him, because he couldn’t leave my mother to go looking. a
  couple days later a job came. with this small amount God continued to
  bless. He always whispered to me “See how i am real? See how i am
  here?” now my mom had 1$real a week for bread, but she always went to
  church with it and put it in the offering instead. but you know…we
  always had bread for breakfast.

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