26.4.10

My only friend



In 7th grade your words hung around me like a noose strangling my individuality
I came to beLIEve every lie all the propaganda that came in one ear and never out the other.
And you were my only friend.
The night I sat there crying as the red and blue lights flashed shadows on the stairs above me.
Listening as the cops lectured you.
The look of failure in my mother’s eyes.
And you were my only friend.
The day you left beginning the rest of your life without me as your mini side kick.
This classic rite of passage left a hole burning in my heart.
Your phone calls every few weeks and trips home did not satisfy this emptiness.
And you were my only friend.
I remember the first time we kissed beneath the stars like diamonds in the sky like the dimond I pictured you someday bowing on one knee and placing on my finger
and a few months later when you almost died.
The scar you left across my heart will never fade away like you did when you chose drugs over me.
 And you were my only friend.
Then sophomore year when the only guy to ever call me beautiful ran away never to be seen again.
Looking in the mirrors I did not feel beautiful, I felt damaged and alone.
And you were my only friend.
The last day of high school, first day of college. I sat alone in "my" new room too nervous to talk to anyone I cried because I was terrified because I was all alone.
And you were my only friend.
When my Grandfather passed away tears streaming down my face.
Recollections of him laughing only a few months earlier.
The plans we had made to go to Mexico for a family reunion that he wouldn't be able to attend.
And you were my only friend.
Your lyrics wrap around me on cold, dark days and encourage me to keep going.
They pump me up for my soccer games when its nice out.
You are the only one who has been there through it all.

Music my best friend.

11.4.10

I will write about my awsome weekend later w/ pictures to follow but now I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY

SO LISTEN UP...

Today I was sitting on top of the stairs leading to one of the girls rooms at the Cascade Lodge. It was quite time and I was reading my old enteries in my hand journal. I was reading one perticular entery from my Senior year.


11/18
Today was an emotionally intense day! I saw this guest speaker two periods in a row. He talked about the shooting at Columbine. His sister was the first one shot on that day. He talked about the legacy she left behind and the impact she had on his life. He related her compassion to others to Ann Frank. Then he talked about "The Challange" that is to basically be a good person and give back to others. He also talked about what happened to him during the shootings. He was in the library with his two best friends when the shooters came in. To his one friend they yelled racial slurs and shot him dead and the last thing he said was "I want my Mom." His other friend was also shot right before his eyes. It was a miricle he was saved! The speaker emphisized telling everyone that you love them. This kid named "Bob" is a little socially akward and he tends to get made fun of. Anyway, he came up to me after the speech and told me, "I want you to know you have been my really good friend." I started crying in front of my teachers because I felt so guilty. This kid was telling me how niced I had been to him when in actuality I often tried to ignore him. I felt like a horrible person, I was a horrible person. I vow to never treat a great person like that again. Tomarrow I leave for Ethiopia I hope I don't cry when I am there...

I am sorry to myself and to others. I have not lived up to be the person I wanted to be. I am judgemental (of myself and others). I don't reach out to those I don't understand. I guess this makes me human but I want more. I want to be better. I know I am better than this. In order to stop juding others I need to first stop judging myself. I need to love myself and im not there yet... Working on it with God though and that's all I can ask.

<3

1.4.10

Our finger prints don't fade from the lives we touch R.I.P

So as many of you know my amazing Grandpa Everett Leroy Small passed away last Sunday. My Grandpa was a Christian for as long as I knew him. A few weeks before he died they asked everyone at Sunday school to write down how they knew they were a Christian here is what he wrote:

I am a friend to our Savior-
Content, full trust with no hesitation
Glad to have the gift of the Holy Spirit
To guide me for the purposes He has for me
Waiting for Him to take the wedding party
To the Fathers house where He has a room for me

I have been trying and struggeling to wrote a poem about my Grandpa. Here is what I have so far come up with.

Our finger prints don't fade from the lives we touch
But i'll miss you so much
Your smell, your laugh, your touch
I'll do my best to keep my head heald high
For this is not goodbye
I'll see you in Heaven
This I know is true
For Jesus drew a plan for both me and for you
When I look up in the sky
I'll see the brightest star
And know that you are with me
Even  from afar
As the song begins to play
With each passing day
the lyrics start to fade
Now the lyrics are self made
Like the ones you used to sing
All the smiles that they'd bring
Like you always used to say
Wouldn't want it to go to waste
But don't worry these memories won't be erased
I pray
When I enter the gates one day
That you will be there to greet me
Because only you can complete me
I will always remember
Our finger prints don't fade from the lives we touch