we keep moving forward, opening new doors, and doing new things, because we're curious and curiosity keeps leading us down new path

pandora is on blast right now.

sitting in my apartment with nothing but overloaded suitcases, piles of clothes, old journals, magazines, and my adorable fish swimming around in their sparkling tank is SO EXCITING, but at the same time so depressing.

i feel like i may or may not have blogged about this before, but i'm finally starting to feel like i'm where i'm suppose to be. 

UTAH, of all places.

when i left my old apartment to move a few streets over it was no big deal.

pretty sure i only told a few of my roommates goodbye, and it's sad to say this but it really wasn't a big deal to me.

now i'm leaving this apartment, going home for a month, and moving across the parking lot and it's like the end of the world.

i've been taken out to dinners, movie dates up the ying, and parties after parties that all seem to be about ending this brief moment of time i've spent with everyone, and beginning this new chunk of time i'm facing. 

the silly part is that when i come back i'll be enjoying the future with the same people.

sure my brother will be home, and a few more friends will be down here, but my best friends i've spent every second with these past few months will be here waiting for me to get back.

point is, i'm sad to be leaving just as i'm getting comfortable with where i am.

but i'm excited to see where i'm going..

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friday, july 22nd 2011 oslo/utoya island(norway)

in oslo, norway the deadliest attack since world war II was committed against what was known to be one of the most peaceful countries on earth.
the result of this attack ended with a death toll of over 90 people, and still counting.
a 32 year old norwegian man had bombed the oslo government building, killing 7 innocent people, and injuring at least 15.
the police began to lock down a large area of the city, when the suspect, a man dressed as a police offer made his way to the island of utoya, which at the time was a summer camp for young members of the of the governing labor party.
the suspect told the islanders that he was doing "a routine check in connection with the terrorist attack in oslo."
as handfuls of people on the island began to gather around the disguised police officer, he began mercilessly killing everyone and anyone in sight.
the youth began to run. some hid, and some jumped into the water and began swimming the long 19 miles back to the mainland.
witnesses say, he first started to shoot the people on the island, and then began to shoot the people in the water.
one young man saw the shooter coming his way, so he laid down next to handfuls of bodies, and pretended to be dead. as the shooter walked right past him, the young man said that he could feel the heat from his gun.
most of the victims on the island were young teenagers. some were rescued on their frantic swim back to the mainland, some were able to hide for their lives on the island, and some still haven't been accounted for.
after the shooting, police seized the 32-year-old shooter, anders behring breivik, and they later found explosives on the island.
police were able to truly identify the shooter due to his facebook page and twitter account. authorities later found the last tweet breivik had tweeted, stated; "one person with a belief is equal to the force of 100,000 who have only interests."

well,  anders behring breivik... that is where you are misfortunately mistaken. this "belief" that you have construed to make yourself believe it isn't just that, in unbelievable sickening. whatever "belief" gave you the right to slaughter handfuls off innocent children, parents, and citizens, you WILL pay for. however morbid this may sound; i pray at night that you won't be given the death penitently, but be thrown in prison and slowly tortured every day until you wish you were dead.


whenever i sit and think about this devastating attack, i can't help but ask; "why?". i simply just don't understand why one would allow such a thing to happen. i should've been asking myself this same question on september 11th, but i guess i was too young to comprehend exactly what was going on in that moment. sure, now i look back and wonder why, but the gravity of it all is much lighter then it was then. i've had time to heal, we all have. i think the one thing that made september 11th so numb for most americans, is that the man who was the mastermind behind that attack, was still out there, hiding who knows where, and we couldn't find him. he was still plotting, and it was almost like he had gotten away with it. nothing has driven to me more insane, than to think someone out in this big old world had the control to end my life anytime he wanted to, or at least it seemed that way. luckily, us americans found exactly where he was. and for every norwegian effect by this attack, the only good thing that has occurred since, is that capture of anders behring breivik.

things like this make me step back out of my chaotic life, and realize how small i am, but yet... how big i am. i may be one out of seven billion, but if i was gone in a matter of seconds, i know my life would suddenly mean so much to hundreds. as would the lives of all of my loved ones, friends, and acquaintances. the human life is so precious, and to think so many lives have been taken in this past week, literally makes me physically sick.

we should all take this time to become closer to our loved ones, to cut people a break, and to realize how easily it could all end. remember how lucky each and everyone of us are to be alive today, wherever we are and whatever we're going through; remember, someone always has it worse than us.

"look beneath the surface; let not the several quality of a thing nor its worth escape thee"

pray for norway

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happy 16th birthday, taylor

is this seriously happening?

my wonderful, sweet little sister is now sixteen years old.

what i would do to actually be being punk'd right now.

i wish i could've been with here tonight as my parents threw the traditional surprise party.

as i think about it, and i can see the usual taylor smile.

grinning ear to ear, with her giant eyes suddenly vanishing as her eyelids meshed with her scrunched up nose.   

i can't wait to see that smile.

i called taylor to wish her happy birthday, and as i asked her what she wanted, she replied with; "i dont know what i want today."

that simple answer is one of the many things that i love about taylor.

she takes everything day by day, and every day she's always running around giggling, singing her heart out to justin bieber. 

i always forget that carefree attitude, and how important it is.

with how hectic life gets i think we all forget.

in the words of taylor, i think we all forget to just take a chill pill every once in a while.

i'm so thankful that she can be my constant reminder of that.

miss you tay, see you soon.

love you most.

 

 

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you're not ugly, society is

alright, so when you first donated plasma they give you a nice little physical. mine was amazing, i'm a healthy little one! buuuuuuutt... my weight was a little too healthy for my liking. i know that i have preached about true beauty, inner beauty, loving who you are, and never letting society change what you think of yourself. but in that moment when i stood on the scale and my nurse told me i weight 1** pounds, i nearly shized in my pants. i know i have been living up this new college life, and i mean really living it up. but that number wasn't okay.

you see,there is a difference between loving exactly who you are, and letting exactly who you are slowly fade into something you never were suppose to be. many of you quickly think to this "image that you're not suppose to be" is the image of being overweight. i can guarantee that's exactly the first thought that enters your mind. that fear of becoming fat is the only thing that can really ruin the perfect human that you are.


but then there's the side of ruining ourselves that most of us forget. it's comes with the fear of becoming fat, but instead of becoming fat, we starve ourselves. we blure that perfect image of us, because we don't truly believe we're perfect. we're not fat, but we're never quite skinny enough. we forget about all the true factors that make us what we are. genetics, height, hobbies, friends, jobs, our families and much much more. the people and things we surround ourselves with everyday begin to not matter anymore. we no longer want their opinions, we want the approval from people we don't even know. we want it from society, we want it from strangers on the street. we suddenly have this urge to be wanted for something we never quite were. not only do we lose the image we have held our entire life, we lose who we really are.



i'm sure this concept of staying true to yourself seems to get harder and harder with every story or speech that is delivered to whoever is reading this. but, the one thing i realized when i discovered i weighed a wee bit more than i wanted, was that i already knew i weighed much more than i wanted to. i wasn't happy with myself before i stepped on that scale, and i sure wasn't happy when i stepped off either. i knew i wasn't suppose to weight that much. as i began to eat differently, and work out 4 times a day..(i have a time crunch people!).. i realized that i'm liking where i'm getting, but maybe getting a little obsessed with it? even though it's only been about week since i've made this discovery, i've already caught myself skipping meals on purpose or working out after i've ate anything, just to make sure i never saw a trace of it on my body.


now that, is not okay. sure, i still feel like i have some work to do. and i do feel being slightly overweight is cheating yourself on who you really are, but i also feel like pushing the boundaries of loosing weight almost to the limit, is cheating yourself even more.

it's tough to find who you really are, but after you do you'll never want to let that person go.

houston, we have a problem

i'm starting to feel a little bit sick...

like throwing up sick.

with fever and achy body sick.

please no.

my little countdown chain is getting awfully short.. :)

i remember when i first made it there was 89 days, now what is that?.. only 14 more!

oh, and btw.

i donated plasma today, and they had to stick me three times!

once in the left arm, twice in the right.

all different veins.

all different bruises.  

yyyyeessss

music is enough for a lifetime, but a lifetime is not enough for music

"you're so vein" - carly simon

"bring on the comets" - VHS or beta

"brooklyn burs" - various artist

"each coming night" - iron & wine

"heart of stone" - the raveonettes

"i hope you find it" - miley cyrus (seriously, miley cyrus)

"setting sun" - eskimo joe

"tyrant" - onerepublic

"knee deep" - zac brown band ft. jimmy buffet

"sold" - john michael montgomery 

"she will be loves" - maroon 5 (itunes session) 

"bottle it up" - sara bareilles (live session - itunes exclusive)

"love song" - sara bareilles (live session - itunes exclusive)

"grenade" (acoustic) - bruno mars (the grenade sessions)

"break your heart" - taio cruz (itunes session)

"american honey" - lady antebellum (itunes session)

"shove it" (live) - santigold (itunes session)

"you'll find a way" (remix) - santigold (itunes session)

"cosmic love" - florence + the machine (itunes session)

"dog days are over" - florence + the machine (itunes session)

"rolling in the deep" - adele (itunes festival: london 2011)

"skyscraper" - demi lovato

"a little over zero" - elisa

"dancing" - elisa

"explode" - nelly furtado

"independence" - the band perry

"let it go" - tim mcgraw

"find out who your friends are" - tim mcgraw

"country girl" (shake it for me) - luke bryan

"she's got you high" - mumm-ra

the wagon rests in winter, the sleigh in summer, the horse never

me and alisia went to the ute stampede this last saturday.

which for anyone who doesn't know what the H that is, it's a rodeo!

it was nice to get out of provo for a night, the drive was a breeze, and it's definitely a rodeo i'll never forget.

now listen up, this story might change your life.

we got there just in time for barrel racing! the first girl took off, me and alisia were chit chatting, everything was peachy. the horse had just went around the 2nd barrel when all of a sudden the crowd got dead silent. so silent i'm preeetttyy sure me and alisia were the only ones talking.

we look to see what everyone is awing over, and the horse looks like a car that just popped a tire. it's leg is dragging in the dirt, but it's still hauling A, stirring up dirt all around it.

the horse ends up stopping right in front of us and the girl hops off in total panic.

i still have no idea what is going on until i notice the horse can't even stand, and that's when i see it.

you see where i have that arrow pointing? well, that bone was completely broken off from the rest of the leg. from that point, right down to the hoof, nothing holding it in place but skin. the poor horse had no idea what to do, so it kept trying to stand on the broken leg. with every attempt he brought the broken bone up off of the ground and would flail it around like it was a flag flapping in the wind. no one moved for what seemed like forever, and the rider was bawling her eyes out when guess what; it got worse. after all the failed attempts of standing on it's completely severed bone, the bone itself breaks through horses skin. NO JOKE. the bone pops through the skin, and not knowing anything else the miserable horse keeps trying to stand on his leg! it was the saddest/most traumatizing thing this ginger has ever seen! finally the girls mother runs out to her, and a truck pulling a trailer full of cowboys comes to the rescue. they practically carry the horse into a trailer and off they go. as the girl walks out of the stadium, totally in shock and hysterical, not a soul in the audience is left sitting. as i looked around i saw nothing but cowboy hats and levi's giving this girl the standing ovation she didn't deserve, but needed. i cringed as i watched the rest of the barrel races. animals haven't ever really been one of my soft spots, but after that moment (which yes, was a pure accident) i've never had such the urge to be a member of PETA.

nothing's sweeter than summertime

i haven't blogged since friday?! whaaaaa? 

what a sin.

well, hey ya'll! i'm back :)

this past weekend was so fun! 

to save time and everything else that i know to believe is good, here is a list to sum up what all went dizzown these past few days that made them so sweet;

 lots and lots of sun

...not burning :)

plasma

row-day-o

long conversations 

rocking a bun on top of thee head practically allllll weekend

GNO's

music galore

movies galore!

 hairy sunday meals (kelly..hahha)

runs that made me sore in the morning

old friends

new clothes

jello cake

long boarding for the first time all summer

staying up late, and sleeping in late

church

denny's

a 6 pack from laughing so hard

calls from my mum

cute boys

my fish in a now, clean bowl

new friends

confessions about being new best friends

loosing 3 pounds

sunday walks

thunder

my bed

a squeaky clean apartment  

and the fact that i just got  two, almost three days closer to scooter being home

this week will most likely fly past like the rest of them.

& if it doesn't, i'm going to drown myself in the provo river.

taylor's birthday is on wednesday! 

SHE'S GOING TO BE SIXTEEN! what. the. devil..

i remember when we first moved into our house, (which i miss more than anything right now) tay could run under the counter tops she was so small. now she's a sassy teenager, and she's going into high school! someone restrain me, the thought alone makes me go nuts! i wish i could put her aging on pause, she's growing up too quick!

and wow, i sound like my mother.

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hot chocolate in july

every time i make hot coco i think of all the time spent at my grandparents house in wyoming when i was just a wee little thing.

there was something so majestic about it.

their house is literally out in the middle of no where.

no cell phone reception, so when it was really quiet around the house grandma would turn on the police scanner and we would all bum around (in some sort of dress up and covered in dirt, of course) and listening to the highway patrol catch all kinds of things.

oh, and they have animals.

horses, lamas, pony's, goats, sheep, chickens, roosters, dogs, cats, even a peacock.

we all had our own cat too, and if i can remember right...mine had red fur :)

running down to the barn every night to feed the horses with grandma or grandpa is something i will never forget. no matter how far away those horses had trotted all you had to do was fill a tin bucket with their feed, and shake it.

in minutes their silhouettes would be right on top of the hill behind the barn, coming right towards you.

like a bell your mother would ring when it was time for dinner, and you bet grandma has one of those.

i remember tugging on the string whenever we needed everyone to come in.

and in we would all come whenever that bell was rung.

whether it was off the giant wood swing set grandpa had built just for us, in the back door and up their spiral staircase, away from the bonfire, or out of the hot tub in their basement. 

i miss everything about that place.

the green room, with the broken window because grandpa had fallen on it while on the roof.

the trinkets that covered the walls in the sun room.

the smell of coffee that filled my nostrils as i woke up every morning, and the best part of that was running upstairs and cuddling up to grandma or grandpa in your p.j.'s. (whichever one had the most room on their leather chair) as waiting for everyone else to come alive.

the stained glass window right about the kitchen sink that my dad, uncle, and grandfather all made.

and every single story and memory that house has ever held since it was built from the ground up.

sooo.. hot chocolate in july..

 

it may be in the high 80's outside, but every time i test my cup's water temperature with my finger, i think about all of us kids pushing out nose's against my grandmas microwave window as we waiting impatiently for that timer to go off.

now all i'm going to sit back and enjoy the cup of memories, while i wait for our girls night to begin. 

wyoming, you've never been so missed.

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twenty

 

i'm going crazy...

20 days until i leave for washington.

i'm dying of eagerness.

please hurry.

GMH

i am still obsessed with the website givesmehope.com, so i've picked out a few more of my favorites to share.

enjoy!

"i saw a group of rebellious-looking teenagers walking though a park, at the same time a veteran in his army uniform was. they called over to him, asking if he had been in a war. he seemed uneasy and tense in answering, but nodded. they went and hugged him, thanking him for protecting them. that GMH."

"i was volunteering at a 10k this past summer. it was the children's race, and there was a few handicapped children running. i saw a little boy stop and walk across the finish line, hand in hand, in last place with another boy in a wheelchair. i have never seen so many tears of joy. little boys who care GMH."

"i babysit an 8 year old boy. his parents asked me to take to a movie while they hosted a prom party for their daughter. when i picked him up, he was wearing a suit, and gave me a corsage. after the movie, he took me out to dinner. why? he knew that my boyfriend was overseas and couldn't take me to prom. william GMH." 

"my aunt died in 2006, leaving a one year old daughter behind. last year, me and my family were watching home videos and her mom appeared on the screen. she pointed her out and said, mommy visits me every night. my baby cousin GMH."

"today we had a pep rally at my high school. a special needs boy that has a senior brother on the football team stood up and sang a dedicated song to his brother. the whole school stood up and sang alond with him. i have never seen so many high school students and football players crying. my generation GMH."

"today, while i was at the mall browsing the new makeup collection a young girl with special needs came up to me and said, "you're incredibly beautiful, don't waste your money on something that will mask your beauty." people like her GMH."

"during the earthquake in china, a first grade bot saved three of his friends who were trapped in the rubble. later on when reporters asked him why he did this, this was his reply; "because i was the hall monitor that day, and it was my job." his amazing courage GMH."

"i gave a homeless man some change. he said that i gave him too much, i just shrugged and said he needed it more than i did. an hour later i saw him putting the money in a charity box. i said to him that i gave that money to buy himself some food. but he just shrugged and said, they needed it more that he did. people like him GMH."

"a down syndrome boy was riding his bike -with training wheels attached- past my house. as he rode by, a car drove by with a couple teenagers inside. they yelled, "NICE BACK RETARD" at him. my little sister, who is eight, went up to the boy and said, "i like your bike" six years later, they're dating. kids GMH." 

"my sister is a senior in high school and has down syndrome. all the special ed kids are riding in a limo to prom and have been provided with beautiful gowns and tuxes. the look on my sisters face when she put on the dress was priceless. the regular senior who asked her to prom GMH."

there's no half-singing in the shower, you're either a rock star or an opera diva

movies of the week:

baby mama

500 days of summer

a walk to remember

the notebook

soul surfer

 

songs of the week:

"honky tonk badonkadonk" - trace adkins

"let it go" -  tim mcgraw

"keep your head up" - andy grammer

(ladies, youtube this music video. andy is one sexy animal)

"i won't let go" - rascal flatts

"stand up" - jessie j

"lighters" - bad meets evil ft. bruno mars

"you make my dreams" - hall & oats
"mama knows best" - jessie j

"party rock anthem" - LMFAO

"pretty girl rock" remix - keri hilson ft. kanye west

i have three giant mosquito bites, and i'm so angry.

my summer time freckles are starting to pop out everywhere.

i got a new pimp watch and i love it. 
i'm actually kind of tan for a ginger.
i've been whipping up delicious muffins like no one's bidnis.

oh, and i might kidnap my nephew mason.

leggo.

silent gratitude isn't much use to anyone

this past week gave me so much to be thankful for.

a great family. true friends. church. my education. my values and beliefs. a roof over my head. food. and music.

it might of been the longest week of my life, but it was jammed back with one great thing after another. i think i literally ate out every night. i'm not talking anywhere dinky, i'm talking cheesecake factory, p.f. changs, and texas roadhouse up in here. and with nothing but $17.50 in my bank account! who's impressed? thankfully i have a mother who loves sending gift cards, and a sister who loves coupons and dairy queen.

have i ever mentioned how awesome my family is? with how busy this past week has been, i haven't been able to call my mother and have an actual conversation, just a quick check up here and there. we just had an hour long phone call and i've never felt so light. i'm sure i've talked stephanies ear off, so it was my mothers turn this time around. and it was awesome. only 22 more days until scooter finally gets home, me and steph with bring mason with us to washington, and it's going to be the family reunion of the century.

kristen pettitt, i love you. you too alisia, and kelly, and megan.. and chantel. i've fallen asleep in whatever i was wearing that night and with a face full of makeup all this week because my mind has been so blown with how much fun we've been having. i pretty much look like the tasmanian devil every morning. with clothes of course..

church has been awesome. i've learned lots, and have never been so sure about exactly who i am. i'm thankful for the great examples i've been surrounded with, and the standards that haven't' been lowered or forgotten for anything or anyone. i'm sure all of you know by now, when i first moved to utah, i hated it. i felt suffocated and bombarded, but i finally sucked it up, climbed up into the mountains and had some fun! i finally feel like i'm where i'm suppose to be. hopefully i don't relapse when i go home in three weeks. i think i might actually miss this place... gross.

my apartment needs a little cleaning, i need to find my bedroom floor again and do the dishes. but wow... what a week.

i'm so thankful for the life i've been givin.

i wouldn't trade it for the world.

everything's falling into place on thing after the other.

and i'm not just going to be okay, i'm going to be better then okay.

it's about time.

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there's no such thing as bad weather, only unsuitable clothing

the most beautiful storm is making my apartment shake.

oooohhhh yeeess! 

bring on the thunder and lightening!!

yea, yea, yea.

 happy ginger

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GMH

i'm so sad sunday is over, it's the best day of the week! church was great. bonfire, great. playing with kristen, josie, alisia, and the home girls all night... great! but tomorrow is the 4th of july, (well.. technically today i guess?) and i can't wait! oh. and f.y.i. camping with kritt and steph all weekend was awesome! shout out to kritt for letting me barrow all of his camping supplies, and setting up my bed for me, and taking it all down! you'da bes.


with it being sunday and all, before i hit the sack so i'll be up and ready to go at 6:00AM for some hot balloon launching i've decided to share some stories i've gathered from a little website called, "gives me hope". it's exactly like FML, but possitive stories instead of crazy sucky ones. i literally catch myself smiling at my computer screen everytime i hit up this website. is that nerdy, or what? sooo laaamme. anyways! here's a few of my favorites.

enjoy :)

my fifteen year old daughter has down syndrome and i helped chaperone her 8th grade class dance last night. she sat alone for almost an hour until one of her fellow young women church members saw her, and invited her to hang out with her and her circle of friends for the rest of the night. teens with compassion GMH.

last year my mom died after being in a coma for four years. yesterday was her birthday. i came home and there was a bouquet, chocolate, and a card at my front door step. "some days are harder to get through than others. keep your head up, you're beautiful, strong, and amazing. love anonymous." that GMH. 

a few days ago 420 seniors graduated from my school. there is a boy that has had multiple brain tumors removed over the years, leaving him with many obstacles in life. as he ran across the stage to get his diploma everyone stood up and cheered louder than ever. the look on his face GMH.

my two best friends are guys. even though i'm "one of the guys" most the time they always make sure i know they think i'm beautiful, they open every door, and pay for every meal. their love GMH.

today i was having a bad day and was walking around my school. a special needs kid walked up to me, gave me a huge smile, and told me i looked pretty. he made my day. his kindness GMH.

i was diagnosed with schizophrenia when i was 21 and have been suffering from it for four years. i recently posted a secret on sixbillionsecrets about it, and got many comments offering numbers to call to talk to for help. i saw one from my area code and decided to call it. it was my best friend from high school. that GMH.

my cousin is a cancer patient. the chemo left her bald. she asked me for a mop one day and i gave her one. later, i heard music blaring outside. i looked outside the window, and saw her "whipping her hair" like willow smith, with the mop on top of her head. her courage GMH.

there is a girl at my school with stunning red hair. she came to school today with a completely bald head (and she looked awesome). i found out that she shaved it and is sending it to locks of love. katie m, you GMH.

i was at the vet and saw a big buff man park his motorcycle and walk in. in his black leather jacket, he was carrying a tiny furry kitten. he went up to the desk and said in a deep voice.. "she has the sniffles, doc. what do i do?" this GMH.

every day at lunch, these two extremely popular and pretty classmates of mine sit with a girl who has down syndrome. the girl always looks so happy, and those girls always have an understanding, compassionate, and friendly smile when talking to her. they really GMH.

a boy and his mom came to the foster center looking to adopt. his mom went to look at the little kids and the boy came over to me. i was 17 and was just starting to play with him when his mom called him over. she pointed at the little kids but the boy shook his head. he said, "big kids need love too!" he was 8. they adopted me. he still GMH seven years later.

we have a boy in our school that's blind and has down syndrome. last year was his senior year. he got titled homecoming king. almost everyone in the school voted for him. even the other king candidates. people that give up chanced for someone elses happiness, GMH.

my dad is dying of heart failure. me and my little brother went to visit him in the hospital. the nurse explained what was wrong with him to my brother. when she finished, my brother went up to my dad, touched his heart, and said "you can have mine if you want" my dad cried. joe, you're 5, and you GMH.

i have epilepsy and i had to do a presentation in spanish a couple weeks ago. during my presentation i had a small seizure where my upper body jerked several times and i blanked out for about twenty seconds. they clapped for everyone's presentation but they clapped even louder for me. they didn't laugh either. their acceptance GMH. 

a week ago, my high school had its talent show. a boy that has autism got on stage. it turns out he has the voice of an angel, you could hear the awe in the audience after the first verse he had sung. he was the only one to get a standing ovation, both when he finished the song and won first place. stories like this GMH.

he is the captain of our varsity football team, varsity wrestler, and basketball player. needless to say, he is the most popular guy in school. he is also best friends with a boy named jeffery who has severe down syndrome. he even proudly displays picture of himself at jerry's birthday lunch. his acceptance GMH.

i was discussing adoptions with my first grade students, as a new girl was obviously adopted. when a boy asked what adoption meant, the girl said; "it means you grew in your mommy's heart instead of her stomach!" she GMH.

last wednesday there was a shooting at a nearby high school. two people were shot and the principal died in the hospital later that day. today, the students at my high school planned for everyone to wear red. the hallways were a sea of red. the love and support shown by students of rival schools GMH.

i was working at a restaurant my parents own, and was waiting by the door greeting people. i saw this little boy walk by, clinging to his dad, and gave him a cookie. he took it, but didn't say anything. as they walked away, i heard him whisper, "i thought princesses lived in castles, dad" i'm only 15. kids like that GMH.

my younger brother, who i only see twice a month, once asked me to teach him the alphabet in sign language. after working all day, he had mastered it. my dad later told me that a new girl came to my brother's school and was deaf. it made him sad that she had no friends, so he wanted to reach out to her. he was only 6. my baby brother GMH.

goodnight to all of you.

happy 4th of july

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