Day of Blessings!

My sweetest and most treasured friend Dolly has made it!!! 10 years in Poland!! All that praying payed off and I have God to thank for every last bit that he did for Doll! Yes, YeS, YES!!!

As you may or may not know I had Math midterms today!! I was dreading them to a great extent up until I actually started the test. There were 30 questions. To my suprise they were not at all hard ones, like I expected! I finished it feeling as if i've done my best on it and prayed that I did well. The rest of the class period I listened to my wonderful camp CD and prayed that Dolly had yet another good day and asking God to keep her safe and make sure she had everything she needed.

Ok, so before all this, first block an 80 minute class just like the rest, I had a subsitute for Civics. :)) I'd hate to say it but I'm actually glad I had a sub. today or at all. One reason being I knew if we had a sub all we had to do is complete a few worksheets or something. The second being because he wasn't there he coudn't torment me or tease me, something like that..meaning i can't focus completely. So today i got everything done in record time, AND had extra time to read The child called "it".

Jumping back forward to the afternoon, I got to eat lunch today. I feared I might have to wait until i got home (which was just a few hours away)but by then I'd be famished and be eating everything in sight. I had a few bucks in my pocket that I owed a friend for buying me lunch yesterday but I asked her if i could just return the money on Monday when I should have $20. So in the end I ate lunch and one of my other friends split a cappiccino with me for energy this morning.

After lunch was my flex time to do whatever I needed to accomplish. Because Ev. got to my teacher before myself I had to wait to go to the library because only one person can be there from a class at a time, on a 10 min. pass. While I waited I attempted to finish my book but could not do so. My one friend needed some help with the take home test that was do next period and then the other wanted someone to chat with. While waiting for Ev. to return from his daily venture to the library we, my two classmates and myself, discussed same sex relationships. Them knowing I was a christian made it a little confusing for them when I told them i had nothing against 2 people of the same genger having a relationship. I was not about to tell them though that it wasn't wrong from what the bible states, because it is. So anyway, shared our points of view on the topic and concidered how other people feel about it and what they think of it.

So anyway, by the time I got home from school I completed A child called "it" and by the end David had become someone who I admire because he was willing to share his story with everyone and because of the things he lived through. I mean come on.... His mother MADE him drink tablespoons of clorox or amnonia and he was put in a closed bathroom full of clorox and amnoia and his mother demanded he cleaned the bathroom with it. He was stabbed, almost burnt alive on the stove and luckily he just got his arm burnt, he lived in the garage, was CALLED AN IT, was NOT considered a member of the family or even a human being. He had to fend for himself,did i mention he was stabbed? His two brothers eventually started to treat him like his mother did, constantly giving him beating even though he did nothing wrong. He was starved, not being fed for the majority of the summer and when he did manage to find something to eat it got taken from him. One time he had found something at school to eat but later threw it up at home in the toilet. His mother caught him made him dig it out, show is father and then EAT IT!!! OH!! it gets worse!! you see he had brothers and at one time one of his brothers was a baby. His mom forced him to eat the kids crap, litterally, but not before he got saturated with the urine from the baby's diaper. HIs mother constantly beat him, was smashed into the mirror several different times, and then had to look at himself in the mirror stating aloud he was a bad boy. By the time he was 8 or so he was convinced he REALLY WAS a bad boy. No matter what it was it was his fault. I'm sorry but if this doesn't wanna make you cry i don't know what would!! Last night i layed in my bed crying while reading what his mother did to him!! OH! i forgot a part. His dad, he lived with them. At first he tried to defend his son but after a while it was useless. And because his father also became an aloholic, at times, because his dad just stood there and watched his son nearly be killed right in front of his eyes, David hated his father even more than his mother!!! It came to the point that David believed in no God at all, hated the sun just becuase it shined, and he wished death upon himself constantly but not just because of what he was put through, because he believed that everything was the way it was was because of him. especially his parent's seperation. This is unbelievalbe!! There is much more!! Much, much more!!! I'm just thankful I don't know anyone personally that has gone thorugh any of this kind of trama. And if they have, oh my goodness... I admire anyone who has been through any kind of this abuse, physical or verbal and still live and contain sanity. If I was told that i was not a human being and I was just an "it", unloved, and unwanted I wouldn't even want to see the next sunrise. I would find a way to have my self killed. What would the point of living if you are unloved? You don't believe in a God anymore and your unloved!!! I admire those people who have lived through abuse of anykind and are still sane. Still are optomistic and still believe in a God who loves them with all his heart. I admire those who is brave enough to tell their story and be able to move on. I didn't even mention that David now has kids and wonderful wife. He also worked for the airforce and never gave up. Both his parents died too. I admire those who go and help those who need some up lift because they know what its like. Those people who do something about it. I can't help but to ask during the course of that story why did God allow this to happen to this innocent child? But then, i think twice...In the end to inspire the readers of his great autobiographies of a boy who fought and stayed strong. A boy who always did his best and eventually found someone who loved him and cared for him. A boy who survived the worst I can think of. You think, the men that were put in the firey furnace in biblical times. This young boy at the time survived more than that! he was burnt, yes, but he still survived, he was not killed that day, that and everything else...mman...