I Was A Great Day Today

A great majority of people in the United States are defined as minorities, as people who are in the minority racially, compared to the majority which is defined as White. While being defined as a minority statistically is ok, being made to feel as a minority is a very troubling reality to a lot of people, as they are sometimes made to feel like second class citizens. Many people respond differently when made to feel like a minority, and have to question the value of their ethnicity, as they have to fight the general stereotyping by the masses.

Hello Eric. I am reaching out to you today because I spoke with Anissa's father a few weeks ago, and his words are lingering with me. First and foremost, I want start off by saying that I have nothing against you as an individual, but I do have something against the way my daughter and grandson are being treated. It is not about me liking or disliking you because Anissa is going do what Anissa wants to do regardless of how I may feel, she's grown but being her mother and to see my story playing out for her too, I don't appreciate it. You left my daughter pregnant and alone for nine whole months. She worked from beginning to end, she didn't have to work because my husband and I were already working three jobs to make sure for her and Gabriel's arrival, all she had to do was

These past two years have made it hard for her to go through life. I asked her if the loss of my brother was something hard for her. She told me that she was very devastated, very sad, and that she felt that the world turned upside down. She always had thoughts of thinking if there was a future, but all in all, she takes it one step at a time. She always knows that God is there to help her. I connected to this question as well, I understood how we both felt, her tone of voice changed immediately, and I knew that right from the beginning. This was probably the hardest question to

Thank you so much for your time, I look forward to hearing from you regardless of the outcome. Please contact me via phone or email, Again, thank you and have a blessed

I understand if you’re frustrated and confused; I would rather that than you not caring. I should have told you earlier, but to be honest, I wouldn’t have been able to articulate the words in person. I’m afraid to see your reaction, therefore this has to be done through a letter. I know you found out about the plan of mine to begin taking hormones, and I understand your confusion and anger as a reason to call the quits. I know you probably just pictured me as a “plain Jane” kind of girl, when in reality, before our wonderful three years together, before I even fell for anyone, I knew something was out of place. I’ve never felt at peace in my own skin. I’m a man in a woman’s body. I am transgender and I am undergoing the first steps in transition.

With that letter it’s noon and I’m most likely to find her at Sammy’s. I see her a little ways up the street, and I start to run towards her. She turns around because someone starts to talk to her. Once I reach her I spin her around, and kiss her. Her reaction feels shocked at first, then she kisses me back once she realizes who it is. After the kiss was over I notice her crying I ask “Why are you crying beautiful?” She says to me “It’s been so long I thought you would have forgotten about me.” I look at her with tears welling up in my eyes and reply “I could never forget about the girl of my dreams, the girl that I love, and the girl I can’t live without.” I then decide that this moment is the perfect moment. I then with no second thought got down on one knee. With no words in my mouth to say she still understood what my gesture meant. She then with no words in her mouth to say nodded yes. I then stood upright, and tilted her back a little bit. I kissed her yet again, but this time more passionately with more meaning. I knew deep down inside of me that this is my girl, my everything, and here shortly she will be my wife and the mother to my

And despite how badly I want her back, back in the safety of my arms, there is nothing that can be done to change what has happened. My heart mourns over the grief of her passing. Oh, the pain, it causes me unbearable pain, but I oddly seem to like it. It reassures me that our love is true, that our love is strong and eternal. As peculiar as it may sound, I hope that the agonizing pain will never ease as the time passes by, I hope that my heart will continue to ache, validating that my love for her is still remains, treasured in my heart, till the day we reunite, embrace and rekindle our love for each other. Till the day we reunite in the afterlife, where our love will continue to grow

My story begins in the sunny bright land of Crestview, Florida in 2015. My father announced that he was going to be moving in with his fiance in Indiana and my brother and I would be living with our mom for the remainder of the school year. My brother and I had the choice to stay or go to be closer to the rest of our family who lives in Indiana as well. My brother was pleading with everything to go to Indiana so we could be closer and see our family more often. Myself, I wanted to stay because I had friends and one thing holding me there, my girlfriend. She was the only reason I wanted to stay in Florida, we were together for a year and a half and I would rather stay with her than leave to be with my family. Eventually as the school year was wrapping up, she became nervous that I would wind up leaving her and going to Indiana so she did what any non-logical person would do. She started dating another guy. Most people would be heartbroken or even devastated over this, but me? No, I was perfectly fine. I knew this was God’s plan to get me to a better life, allow me to tell you more of my

I write you today in hopes of rekindling a relationship lost. The circumstances of my untimely exit from your life were the result of a shattered relationship, and of my own weakness. I cannot tell you how sorry I am for abandoning you. I was weak and needed to find strength, so I may raise you to posses that same strength. The truth is I was unable to raise you, for in that house I was not a mother, but a doll. These past 8 years have been crucial in my evolution. After the seperation of Ms.Linde and Nils Krogstad, we decided to live together and discover who we really were. Through our work and experiences I have learned to respect myself as a human being, and have become the strong mother you need in your life. It is my intention to return home and to replace Anne as your caretaker, if you shall let me. The truth is your father, while a kind soul, is not fit to raise children. I have no doubt your

As we did the intake questions, Meagan and I discovered that C.M.’s mother recently passed away. When I say recently, I mean like a couple of months ago. I kept thinking about C.M. and what she could possibly be thinking and feeling. I thought about how young she is to be making decisions about wanting to be a girl even though she has a boy body. I thought a lot about what I even think about the whole situation and what I thought Jesus would do in this situation. Looking back now, something Bob Goff says a lot comes to mind which is, “Bring them close.” He spoke in chapel the other week and talked about bringing people close when you do not agree with them or when they are struggling or having a hard time. He urged all of us to, “Love everyone always.” This is what Jesus has called me too. I did my best that night to love C.M. and care for her as best I could.

I just wanted to sit down and write this letter to you after our conversation on how hard it is to raise Karley, as an 11-year-old daughter way across the country without the hands-on support of our family. As your sister who survived the years with six teenagers, four of them girls, I can only give you advise from my personal point of view and wish you well in your upcoming adventures through puberty and adolescence! I have earned a lot of grey hair during the process, but we all made it out alive and still are close, as they have become adults. We miss you both and hope that you come to visit us for Christmas.

Thank you so much for your honesty. I love that as brothers and sisters in Christ we can admit our faults and have other brothers and sisters in Christ to help tell us the secrets of the Father (No one can know a person's thoughts except that person's own spirit, and no one can know God's thoughts except God's own Spirit 1 Corinthians 2:11). We are all a part of his hands and feet, and so I feel honored to get to know about you and Mike's situation and to be able to hopefully share with you what the Father feels like you need to know. I pray that I speak the secrets of the Father through his Spirit.

David wants to go back soon and visit and told me that he really likes Montana. Carla has been a real blessing to me and always shows the greatest love and concern for me. Well, I really love her as well and thank God for giving me such a good wife. We both agree that our marriage is not perfect, but we our both very happy and give it an eleven (on a scale from one to ten). I think it’s all about loving unconditionally and good communication and mutual respect for each other. She really knows me well, and I thank God for her and all that she does… she is a true blessing. Caitlyn and David are keeping busy with school and Carla and I set aside a little time every night to read the gospel of John with them and then discuss what the bible is saying and have a moment of prayer together. Raising godly kids is not an easy task, but as you already know takes time, love, teaching, encouragement, and

I'm thinking on writing you weekly because we don't have much time at church, so this will be something IF you want to do it with me you can but I'm going to write every week, I don't know why but I wish I had someone who would take time just to write me a note for that little boost to make life a little more bearable in all the hard times. Here it goes.

Have you ever been into the White House and saw the president in his limo? Have you ever had this greatest day in your life? Read my story and I will tell you about it.