My Love Story

When my younger daughter wrapped up her end credits with a jubilant ‘the end’, I asked her, “do you want to share another story

The next morning I woke up and got breakfast ready. It was my sons first day of college. He is going to a very fancy school which I can’t remember the name. Nancy and I are driving him to school today for the orienteering. After we ate breakfast we were off. It was a relatively long drive and Jack Jr. was texting his friends the whole time.

It was a beautiful, not too hot but not too cold day. My brother and I spent the

We arrived at the middle school promptly at 6pm. “Bye mom love you,” I said.

It was a very gorgeous day and my grandma was over because my parents were at the hospital. My parents are at the hospital because I was going to have a little brother. It’s so amazing that when a big event happens in your life you remember every little thing that happened that day or sometimes even a couple days. I remember I was outside playing basketball with my friends, I remember that my team won in the game. Hair bobbing up and down and sweating like a dog shaking water off of its fur. After, we went inside and had some lunch, delicious peanut butter and jelly’s.

When I was younger I would make conversation with any breathing personage. As I grew older just the thought of having to interact with someone I did not know was mortifying. Therefore, signing up for a full week of a Young Life camp was one of the hardest decisions I have made. Trying to back out the night before, I wandered on to the bus at six in the morning. A forty-five minute drive and forced to scarf up my cell phone. Arriving at the camp we were greeted by a thousand smiling faces. Settling into our cabin, I was a little more relaxed until I heard the bell. Curiously, we walked out onto the porch to see everyone running. Our cabin quickly followed into the chaos. I Pushed and scraped my way through everyone, and made my way to the front row of the club room. I thought to myself how idiotic it was, I was already a Christian. What else is there to learn about God? Little did I know. That night was the first time I had been introduced to God on a deeper level. I saw him as intimidating and loving instead of a fictional character in my head. I felt comfort and at peace for once. July twenty-fourth, two thousand and sixteen is the day that changed my life forever. I heard the greatest love story of all time. Most people know what it feels like to be loved by a family member, friend, or a spouse. However, nobody can grip the thought of someone loving them as much as Jesus. He could have stopped the Roman soldiers at any given point. However, without His mercy and grace we

Do you ever take life for granted or spend too much time with somethings and not with the ones you love well, that was the exact thing as Justine was thinking as he saw his family all grown and scared at him after 20 years.

Many people would want to hear about a romantic story of a girl and boy falling in love and living happily ever after but in this case I decided to talk about a relationship that does have a happily ever after but with a twist. I will be talking about a love relationship in the show pretty little liars between the characters Emily and Allison. Emily is one of the main characters in the show and she is 23 years old and works as a swim team coach, Alison is the main character of the show and she is also 23 years old and she works at rosewood high school as an English teacher. Before they were in a romantic relationship they started off as best friends in highschool with 3 other girls in the circle. The history of their relationship goes all the way back to the first season in the show, where Emily is struggling with her identity and can't express her feelings for Alison because of the fear of people knowing she is into girls, Alison and Emily are in the library together and Emily makes a move but Allison does not respond instead she leads her on. One thing we need to understand about this relationship is Alison was not such a great person in highschool she was hated by everyone because of how rude and evil she was but as I get further into this relationship she does change and become a better person. In high school Alison was declared dead by the whole town and Emily was the most heart broken out of all the girls, her and her friends were trapped in a barn fire and but she was

I wished never to have to write about the early passing of anyone. I felt it strongest almost a decade when my little brother left this world from a heart condition. A great sadness when happenstance take an amazing mind. In honor of Dmitrius aka Dmitri, I have re-posted all the audios we did below. (Beware, the earlier audio is of quite low quality.)

Most people, including myself, have that one special item or group of items that they cannot live without, but is that all we see them as? Sometimes people think that an object as simple as a pen cannot possibly play a major part in forming someone’s life story, even though they do not know the story behind it. For all they know, that pen is a form of inspiration that pushes its owner to write just like their most cherished authors and just like that pen, I have objects in my life that do the same for me. A few of my most treasured objects that tell my life story are heirlooms my grandpa left me, my Ipod Shuffle, and books. They all have a back story and play a strong role in structuring the backbone of what is my life story.

It was a sunny day but I didn’t care. All I wanted was my mom. This story takes place in Guatemala City, Guatemala where it isn’t safe to walk at night. It happened when I was around three or four years old. After standing at that corner, now I know my life would have been very different if my brother and aunt hadn’t showed up in time. This is the story of when I ran from home as a child.

It was a rainy summer night back in 2009. The clock struck eight and my mom could hear the pitter patter of my feet as I rushed into the living room. My tiny arms struggled to contain the bowl of popcorn that left traces in my path. I plopped down next to her, as she turned up the volume to the sound system. My favorite movie was back on T.V., and I couldn’t have been more excited.

My mother enters the room and sits in the chair across from me. As I look at her I cannot help but think that I actually do not know anything about this woman in front of me. I ask her to tell me anything I may not know, an interesting fact or a childhood memory. I ask her to tell me her life story. Duana Gaye Juneau grew up as the youngest of seven children. Her parents were hard workers. Because her father was a farmer and her mother was a nurse, she grew up understating what hard work does for a person. Duana’s father instilled the idea, “anything is possible”. With tears in her eyes she explains the effect these three words have had on her life and career. Today, as she spoke of her father. She tells me the fond memories she has of driving the tractor and feeding chickens, and pigs while growing up. My grandfather taught her that if she worked hard she would greatly succeed in life.

Pan was lonely with just his flute, so he set out to find true love. He didn’t have very good luck until one day when he was wandering through the forest. As he was walking, he approached a hungry and mean bear. At this same time, Hestia was walking in the same forest, but in the opposite direction as Pan. She was walking through the forest to go check on her hearth in Rome.

People don’t realize the sad truth that I’ve been holding on for and secretly suffering with most of my life. People seem to see me as a girl that is naturally bubbly, happy, and outgoing. This was a way for me to hide my real emotions in the time when my depression and anxiety were major factors impacting my self-esteem, just a couple of years ago. So, yes, I admit it -- I was a victim of depression and anxiety. My anxiety has been occurring ever since I was a toddler. My usual anxious behavior would be when I would easily get nervous, wouldn’t talk that well in order to be understood, would go through emotional meltdowns at times, and so forth. My depression however, seem to connect a lot with my anxiety because of my meltdowns and it would easily bring my self-esteem down. One interesting fact about my depression is that it got extreme when I was in middle school. Many events in that time of my life made me feel absolutely worthless inside.