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We brought her to her new home and we all started our life with her in our family. After bringing her home, we had to wait for six months before we could go before a judge in a courtroom and have him approve the adoption. This was the last step for us to legally become the parents of our daughter. During this time, the adoption agency came to our home to inspect the care we were giving our baby
The adoption agency we worked with allowed the birth mother a minimum of three days to legally sign her baby over to the agency. We, as adoptive parents, were not allowed any personal information about the birth parents: names, addresses, etc. This information is on file and can only be accessed by means of a court order. We legally adopted our baby from the agency after the six month waiting period.
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When we first held him there was lots of baby powder which smelled so good. The agency did a great job of presenting their babies to the prospective parents.
We have always talked about our children being adopted and at an early age we read them the book “The Chosen Baby”. It is a story about a family very much like ours that adopted a baby. Our love and feelings for our children is the same as it would be if they were born to us naturally and this is all part of Gods plan.
Well on the way back I was gonna pass by my girlfriends house because it was right down the street where I lived. Before I could even get around the corner I saw and and I stopped because I saw her with another guy that I didn't know, I knew it wasn't a relative because I met her whole family. So I just waited in the front of her house and just watched to see what happens.
A few moments went by and one thing led to another and then they started making-out, I was getting really mad, my friend Jeremy had to hold me back from running over there and kicking that guys ass. Then all of a sudden I see my girlfriends cousin in the window staring at me, it scared me because I didn't realize she was there. But then she opened the window and saw I was mad about something, then my best-friend Alex told her to lean out of the window some more and look.
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Alex and Jeremy kept trying to cheer me up but it wasn't working, they both knew what was gonna happen next, but before they could do something I was already running straight at the guy, when I got there I grabbed him and threw him to the ground and started beating him up. Then my girlfriend pushes me and says stop it.
So I do, and she asks me why am I doing this? And there I am, wondering whats going on with this girls head...."Why am I doing this?" I say with a loud voice, and I just lose it, I told her I never want to see her again and to never ever talk to me ever again and then I just start walking down the road not paying attention to where I'm going at that point I didn't care and I just wanted to think.
Story 2
First Heartbreak
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Story 3
Throughout the years I have found that my family and upbringing have had a great impact on me. They have influenced my beliefs, actions, motivations and, ultimately, molded my personality. Upon greater self reflection I feel that I can accurately identify the life experiences that have produced my style of leadership, the driving factors behind my motivation, the attitudes that I possess, and the factors that have led to my transformation as a human being.
The days we spent together that summer were always in that giddy, dazzling excitement. We were like too drunks who did not know where we were going and did not care as long as it was together.I felt then that all my dreams had come true. It was the one thing I prayed for since girlhood. I wanted to fall in love and love came at last.
When summer ended and the university resumed, I had to return to school, which was, five hundred miles away from him. Our goodbye, nevertheless, was hopeful. We read Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet together on our last night, reciting the secret promise of our re-union. Several days after school began, I callously broke up with Gray and threw out our two year relationship as if it was yesterday’s news. I didn’t even feel pity, pain, or remorse. All I could see in front of me was love and the past didn't matter. I was so taken by him, so madly in love, so lost of all control. I took no caution because it was love, it was the thing everybody wanted, the thing that was ultimate happiness.
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We were a world torn asunder. We were the loneliest creatures to ever crawl the earth. And yet we tried to survive it all. We hug and made up and carried on like it was something small, something insignificant and can be fixed. We cling on to our dreams with all our strength, "boat against the current." In life it seems nothing is for certain, nothing true or real.
There is only faith in our dreams. I've met many people who do not believe and their lives are full of fear and bitterness because they cannot feel.
My life changed when I found my Yang. Well, the truth of the matter is that the above statement would be absolutely true if I had truly and completely found my Yang. In actuality Yang made effort to find me right about the same time I was discovering Yang. Yang first came to me in one of my day dreams in the form of a girl. To be more accurate I believe Yang has been with me all my life in one shape and another, but I am talking about the first time I really began to realize Yang existed. Looking back now, I can see that Yang has been right alongside me all my life, and ironically enough I’m convinced that Yang was just as clueless about me as I was about Yang.
When I was a child Yang would often visit me as my pet cat and I would spend long hours admiring Yang’s soft fur, her long tail, her sometimes slit-like eyes, her sharp teeth, and just about everything that I figured Yang represented. In fact Yang and I had a very symbiotic and respectable relationship; I would play with her for fun or pet her until her eyes rolled back into submission, and she would provide me with company. Some days I would completely lose myself to Yang and imagine that I was Yang, I would chase birds or butterflies or anything that distracted me from my other priorities and I would lay on the warm carpet in front of a window so that the sliver of sunlight shone in just right and warmed my mid-day nap, and then I would wake up and wonder if Yang was off somewhere dreaming she was something else.
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Yang found itself in my hand one day as I gathered up a smooth rock to skip across a couple meters of my side of a lake well into the afternoon when the sky was beginning to turn, and in turn the lake decided that sky looking down should be just as lucky as us looking up and shone the brilliance straight upward. I suppose I would still be wondering if it wasn’t the other way around if I hadn’t had found Yang and decided to give it a good spin towards the water. After all what good was Yang in my hand for more than a moment if that’s all it took to take up Yang’s smoothness and roundness and cool hard feel into my memory and thoughts. So I chucked Yang back and the lake laughed which made the sky turn darker. But the lake and the sky shared their relationship on into the night tossing stars back and forth and I watched them glimmer in the darkness until I couldn’t remember which side was up or down.
But what I meant to recall was the first time that I realized I had actually met Yang. It was the first thing I noticed, she was everything I wasn’t. And I suppose the physicality of the whole thing helped to make it rather obvious, but I really mean everything. Now, Yang made me think quite a bit, not that she asked me to think or that there wasn’t any way around it, I suppose it was more of a curiosity than anything else. So there Yang was and I was baffled by the meaning of it all. I don’t even know why I thought there was some meaning, but it sounded good. So I kept gathering these ideas and throwing them into a jar and one day the jar got all mixed up, I forgot if I fell down a flight of stairs or if I was doing some jumping jacks, but whatever the case the jar ended up on the ground in front of me broken to bits, which didn’t even occur to me at the time because my ideas were all lined up. Funny enough Yang and I had left each others’ lives long before, but I bet she’d be glad to know there was a smile planted on my face the rest of that day.

Modern Life
Modern life is lemon.
Lemon is sour.
Therefor life is bears.
Bears are hairy.©

An ambulance came, and the boys were taken to the hospital. Roy had broken a couple ribs. Jimmy’s wrist was broken. But the worst news was about his fingers. They had been badly crushed and nearly severed. They couldn’t be saved. His middle, ring, and pinky fingers had to be amputated.
Roy’s ribs would heal; Jimmy’s wrist would heal. But Jimmy would never again have 5 fingers on his left hand. And Roy would live his life knowing that he was responsible for permanently maiming his best friend. He would always wonder if he was going too fast, if he was careful enough that rainy night, if a more experienced driver would have anticipated the potential problem. He knew that Jimmy paid the price for Roy’s mistake, for his inexperience and exuberance the night he got his first car.
ADOPTING OUR CHILDREN
After nine years of marriage and learning through medical tests, including a testicular biopsy which showed very few living sperm, we finally accepted the fact that we would not be able to be birth parents. We began to seriously think about the process of adoption. While playing bridge with a lady from our neighborhood I learned that she and her husband had adopted their little boy. He was so precious and they were an ideal family. Through this lady I obtained the name of the adoption agency that worked with them. We contacted this adoption agency and went through their process of being screened as a possible family to adopt one of their babies. This was a very stressful time because we worried that we might not be accepted but our case worker was a lovely and kind lady and gave us much encouragement. We had to write a letter stating why we wanted to adopt and go through many interviews and home inspections. Our choice was to adopt a healthy baby of either sex.
Within seven months of applying, we received a phone call telling us that a baby girl was available and could we come to the adoption agency for a meeting to learn more about the baby girl. After this meeting, we had an appointment to see the baby and make our decision if this was the baby we wanted to bring home. We were so excited and on pins and needles wondering what she would look like. This baby was of Italian decent and I pictured a baby with dark hair. When we saw our daughter she was very blond and had hardly any hair, all of which was very blond. Of course we loved her at first sight and so did all our family and neighbors.
We brought her to her new home and we all started our life with her in our family. After bringing her home, we had to wait for six months before we could go before a judge in a courtroom and have him approve the adoption. This was the last step for us to legally become the parents of our daughter. During this time, the adoption agency came to our home to inspect the care we were giving our baby
The adoption agency we worked with allowed the birth mother a minimum of three days to legally sign her baby over to the agency. We, as adoptive parents, were not allowed any personal information about the birth parents: names, addresses, etc. This information is on file and can only be accessed by means of a court order. We legally adopted our baby from the agency after the six month waiting period.
About two years later we again contacted the same adoption agency to request a baby boy to complete our family. The process was very much the same and within seven months there was a baby boy for us to consider for adoption. We were not as anxious this time about being accepted but, we could hardly wait to see what our baby boy would look like.
When we first held him there was lots of baby powder which smelled so good. The agency did a great job of presenting their babies to the prospective parents.
We have always talked about our children being adopted and at an early age we read them the book “The Chosen Baby”. It is a story about a family very much like ours that adopted a baby. Our love and feelings for our children is the same as it would be if they were born to us naturally and this is all part of Gods plan.

Some how it worked so I ended up asking her out right before she had to go home that night so she gave me her phone number and told me to come by tomarrow, so my friends and I went home and went to bed.
The next day I went back over to her house and day after day after day I'd talk with her family and get to know them real good so I was pretty much warming up to them, and the weird part was my girlfriends cousin ended up liking me as well but I was tooken already so I didn't want to be an ass and go behind her back and go out with her cousin.
ADOPTING OUR CHILDREN
After nine years of marriage and learning through medical tests, including a testicular biopsy which showed very few living sperm, we finally accepted the fact that we would not be able to be birth parents. We began to seriously think about the process of adoption. While playing bridge with a lady from our neighborhood I learned that she and her husband had adopted their little boy. He was so precious and they were an ideal family. Through this lady I obtained the name of the adoption agency that worked with them. We contacted this adoption agency and went through their process of being screened as a possible family to adopt one of their babies. This was a very stressful time because we worried that we might not be accepted but our case worker was a lovely and kind lady and gave us much encouragement. We had to write a letter stating why we wanted to adopt and go through many interviews and home inspections. Our choice was to adopt a healthy baby of either sex.
Within seven months of applying, we received a phone call telling us that a baby girl was available and could we come to the adoption agency for a meeting to learn more about the baby girl. After this meeting, we had an appointment to see the baby and make our decision if this was the baby we wanted to bring home. We were so excited and on pins and needles wondering what she would look like. This baby was of Italian decent and I pictured a baby with dark hair. When we saw our daughter she was very blond and had hardly any hair, all of which was very blond. Of course we loved her at first sight and so did all our family and neighbors.
We brought her to her new home and we all started our life with her in our family. After bringing her home, we had to wait for six months before we could go before a judge in a courtroom and have him approve the adoption. This was the last step for us to legally become the parents of our daughter. During this time, the adoption agency came to our home to inspect the care we were giving our baby
The adoption agency we worked with allowed the birth mother a minimum of three days to legally sign her baby over to the agency. We, as adoptive parents, were not allowed any personal information about the birth parents: names, addresses, etc. This information is on file and can only be accessed by means of a court order. We legally adopted our baby from the agency after the six month waiting period.
About two years later we again contacted the same adoption agency to request a baby boy to complete our family. The process was very much the same and within seven months there was a baby boy for us to consider for adoption. We were not as anxious this time about being accepted but, we could hardly wait to see what our baby boy would look like.
When we first held him there was lots of baby powder which smelled so good. The agency did a great job of presenting their babies to the prospective parents.
We have always talked about our children being adopted and at an early age we read them the book “The Chosen Baby”. It is a story about a family very much like ours that adopted a baby. Our love and feelings for our children is the same as it would be if they were born to us naturally and this is all part of Gods plan.
Every second of everyday I spent with my girlfriend, we had gone out for almost a year now, then one day she told me she wasn't gonna be home and not to stop by so I said ok so I hung out with my friend Alex and Jeremy, we just skateboarded and just messed around until late night like around midnight or one o'clock in the morning.
Well on the way back I was gonna pass by my girlfriends house because it was right down the street where I lived. Before I could even get around the corner I saw and and I stopped because I saw her with another guy that I didn't know, I knew it wasn't a relative because I met her whole family. So I just waited in the front of her house and just watched to see what happens.
It was during these three days that I realized that I had a pretty incredible life and family. That any hardship I may have thought I faced, any turn of bad luck that I thought I had encountered, any “bad hair” days I had complained about…. It was all selfish whining.
These were the most incredible women and men I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. I can truly say, to this day, the summer of 2001 was the most defining time of my life.
First Car:
By Anonymous
family car.
But
But those days front seat.
But
But tonight was his date.
It
It was a kids screamed.
Roy
Roy tried braking, wheels again.
The
The roof was his fingers.
An
An ambulance came, be amputated.
Roy’s ribs would heal; Jimmy’s wrist would heal. But Jimmy would never again have 5 fingers on his left hand. And Roy would live his life knowing that he was responsible for permanently maiming his best friend. He would always wonder if he was going too fast, if he was careful enough that rainy night, if a more experienced driver would have anticipated the potential problem. He knew that Jimmy paid the price for Roy’s mistake, for his inexperience and exuberance the night he got his first car.
ADOPTING OUR CHILDREN
After nine years of marriage and learning through medical tests, including a testicular biopsy which showed very few living sperm, we finally accepted the fact that we would not be able to be birth parents. We began to seriously think about the process of adoption. While playing bridge with a lady from our neighborhood I learned that she and her husband had adopted their little boy. He was so precious and they were an ideal family. Through this lady I obtained the name of the adoption agency that worked with them. We contacted this adoption agency and went through their process of being screened as a possible family to adopt one of their babies. This was a very stressful time because we worried that we might not be accepted but our case worker was a lovely and kind lady and gave us much encouragement. We had to write a letter stating why we wanted to adopt and go through many interviews and home inspections. Our choice was to adopt a healthy baby of either sex.
Within seven months of applying, we received a phone call telling us that a baby girl was available and could we come to the adoption agency for a meeting to learn more about the baby girl. After this meeting, we had an appointment to see the baby and make our decision if this was the baby we wanted to bring home. We were so excited and on pins and needles wondering what she would look like. This baby was of Italian decent and I pictured a baby with dark hair. When we saw our daughter she was very blond and had hardly any hair, all of which was very blond. Of course we loved her at first sight and so did all our family and neighbors.
We brought her to her new home and we all started our life with her in our family. After bringing her home, we had to wait for six months before we could go before a judge in a courtroom and have him approve the adoption. This was the last step for us to legally become the parents of our daughter. During this time, the adoption agency came to our home to inspect the care we were giving our baby
The adoption agency we worked with allowed the birth mother a minimum of three days to legally sign her baby over to the agency. We, as adoptive parents, were not allowed any personal information about the birth parents: names, addresses, etc. This information is on file and can only be accessed by means of a court order. We legally adopted our baby from the agency after the six month waiting period.
About two years later we again contacted the same adoption agency to request a baby boy to complete our family. The process was very much the same and within seven months there was a baby boy for us to consider for adoption. We were not as anxious this time about being accepted but, we could hardly wait to see what our baby boy would look like.
When we first held him there was lots of baby powder which smelled so good. The agency did a great job of presenting their babies to the prospective parents.
We have always talked about our children being adopted and at an early age we read them the book “The Chosen Baby”. It is a story about a family very much like ours that adopted a baby. Our love and feelings for our children is the same as it would be if they were born to us naturally and this is all part of Gods plan.

It was during these three days that I realized that I had a pretty incredible life and family. That any hardship I may have thought I faced, any turn of bad luck that I thought I had encountered, any “bad hair” days I had complained about…. It was all selfish whining.
These were the most incredible women and men I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. I can truly say, to this day, the summer of 2001 was the most defining time of my life.
The Night He Got His First Car:
By Anonymous
It was a rainy night. But that didn’t deter Roy; he had his driver‘s license, and a new car. Well, not new. It was several years old, but he had just bought it that morning. He had been saving his money for months, getting up before dawn to put in extra hours at a neighbor’s farm before going to school. His family didn’t have a lot of money, certainly not enough to afford a second car, and since his Dad’s job required him to drive to several customers’ businesses every day and many evenings, Roy almost never got to use the family car.
But those days were over -- Roy was mobile! He could drive to school. No more school bus. Drive into town whenever he wanted. Meet up with his buddies at Krusty’s pizza joint anytime, without having to rely on bumming a ride. And most importantly, take his girl-friend Debby out properly. Double-dating with his best friend Jimmy was ok, but some-times you just want to cruise, alone with your girl. And parking down at the lake was going to be a lot more fun without Jimmy and his girl in the front seat.
But tonight was the school’s homecoming dance; he and Jimmy were taking their girls, and it was finally Roy’s turn at the wheel. Man, it felt good. First, he had picked up Debby, and she just loved his new car. Especially the full-length bench seat in the front. No bucket seats to keep them apart, she could slide right over next to Roy. Then they swung by Jimmy’s house. He jumped into the front seat and they headed over to pick up his date.
It was a small town, only one stop light. The streets that crossed Main Street were all 2-way stops; cars driving down Main Street didn’t have to stop, except at the stop light. Maybe the storm made the night darker, and the other driver didn’t see the stop sign. Maybe he wasn’t from around there and didn’t know that Main Street had the right of way. Roy had seen the car coming from his right, but assumed, of course, that he would stop. In fact, Roy stepped on the gas a little to get by the cross street quicker so the other driver could proceed. But the other car didn’t stop! All of a sudden it was right in front of Roy. The three kids screamed.
Roy tried braking, but he was going too fast. He didn’t want to broadside the other car, so he cranked the wheel to the right as hard as he could. His car skidded sideways across the rain-slicked road. He managed to avoid the other car, sliding right behind it, but then his car hit the curb on the other side of the street. This caused it to rollover. Debby and Jimmy fell against Roy, crushing him against the driver’s door. Glass shattered, metal crunched. The car was upside down, then they were all thrown against the passenger door, and then they were all sitting upright in their original positions. The car had done one complete roll and came to rest on all four wheels again.
The roof was crushed, all the glass was broken out, and the doors were dented. But that wasn’t important now. Was anyone hurt? Roy’s ribs hurt bad, but he wasn’t bleeding. Debby said she was ok. She was protected by being squeezed between the two guys, so she wasn’t thrown around too much. But Jimmy’s left arm had been stretched across the top of the bench seat. When the car rolled over on the driver’s side his hand had been thrust out the window and crushed. His wrist was bent at an awkward angle, probably broken, and there was a lot of blood on his fingers.
An ambulance came, and the boys were taken to the hospital. Roy had broken a couple ribs. Jimmy’s wrist was broken. But the worst news was about his fingers. They had been badly crushed and nearly severed. They couldn’t be saved. His middle, ring, and pinky fingers had to be amputated.
Roy’s ribs would heal; Jimmy’s wrist would heal. But Jimmy would never again have 5 fingers on his left hand. And Roy would live his life knowing that he was responsible for permanently maiming his best friend. He would always wonder if he was going too fast, if he was careful enough that rainy night, if a more experienced driver would have anticipated the potential problem. He knew that Jimmy paid the price for Roy’s mistake, for his inexperience and exuberance the night he got his first car.

Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, "The Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for him." The Lord is good to thos whose hope is in him, to the one who seeks him...
Lamentations 3:22-25
STORY
2001, the start of a new century, a new millennium and the year she learned true humility. Her most “defining moment” was not really a moment but a series of events that happened over a period of 9 months. No, it was not the birth of a child, although there is no greater moment of accomplishment, joy, pride, and pure awe she will ever experience in a single moment in time as that of the birth of her children.
Her “defining moment” begins in March 2001. It starts simple enough, a home remodel. Many families do it, a new remodel starts everyday somewhere in your neighborhood, how hard can it be?
She packed up her family of four and 1200 square foot house and moved into a 30-foot motor home parked in her driveway. The family went from closets that they all thought were to small, standard 8 to 10 foot, to 12 inches each! They managed, you really only need 2 pair of pants, 4 tops and a sweater, we live in Southern California, and it’s always warm. They went from a 10 by 11 family room, which they thought was to small, to 2 captains chairs (driver and passenger seats) a 5 foot couch (fold a bed) and a small kitchen table (also a fold a bed) and don’t forget the 12 inch TV screen. They were probably spending too much time watching TV and this was an incentive to not watch the March Madness for 3 weeks straight. She went from not even giving a thought about how all the electric appliances run, to running everything she could manage on one extension cord running from a temporary power pole. She won’t even go into the lack of bedrooms or bathrooms and the whole privacy issues. It was all still manageable and her family was up for the challenge.
In April, just one month into their home adventure, a real adventure presented itself. Her family had the opportunity to spend 3 weeks in China. They were not going to let this opportunity pass by. It was easy to pack light, seeing as they had very few clothing options, i.e., 12” closets. Most everything was in storage and inaccessible. Her family had one of the best vacations they’d been on and part two of her “defining moment”. What a wonderful, warm group of people she met. How can she whine about a motor home for a few months after experiencing the simplicity these people live in? Many might call it poverty; she would call it resourcefulness. She was humbled by the fact that even though her 30-foot motor home was a step up for many of the families she saw, she was sure not a one of them would have traded their home for hers. A sparsely furnished one-room with a shared bath was where they were happy and where there family laughed, ate, slept. It was home.
She returned with her family to her motor home and admired the progress on the new addition. Somehow it all seemed a little ostentatious after the trip, but it was silly not to press forward and finish what she had started.
The end of the school year was closing in on us and we were looking forward to our summer activities. At this same time, I started having blurred vision. I attributed it to lack of sleep, jet lag, or anything else I could make an excuse for and not have to pay attention to it. However, it did not go away, I did have to pay attention and eventually found myself in Wills Eye Institute in Philadelphia being treated for a retinal melanoma. Again I am finding myself in a “defining moment”. Yes, I had cancer. Yes, my family was upset and freighted and yes you can pack for a week in Philly from a 12-inch closet. What I did not have was a death sentence. I was going to be OK. I just knew it. I was not going to have months of debilitating chemo. I was not going to lose my hair, lose weight, gain weight, and endure surgeries to remove or replace body parts and I was not going to die! (At least I told everyone I wasn’t going to die.) I actually had guilty feelings about being able to walk away form my treatment after one week and one one hour follow up in October. Done, that’s it, you’re fine. I am so humbled by the brave and courageous lives of patients that have to spend months, years, fighting and some of them losing no matter how hard they fight.
Following that little scare, I embarked on another adventure. This time by myself and 2500 other people. I said good-bye to my family, boarded a plane for San Jose, CA. to participate in the Avon 3-Day Walk for Breast Cancer. This is a 20-mile a day walk from Santa Clara to Golden Gate Park in San Francisco. You walk, pitch your tent, eat mess hall style food with 2500 famished women, rub your aching feet and go to bed to get up and do it again.
It was during these three days that I realized that I had a pretty incredible life and family. That any hardship I may have thought I faced, any turn of bad luck that I thought I had encountered, any “bad hair” days I had complained about…. It was all selfish whining.
These were the most incredible women and men I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. I can truly say, to this day, the summer of 2001 was the most defining time of my life.

May 6, 2000 was the day he learned to rely on his Father. It was a day when he had to choose to either give up, or persevere. It was a day when he decided to grow.
Since then, he has felt a stronger urge to help his family, raise his brother, succeed and excel in everything he does, and reflect God's love. Although this event was tragic in his life, it has allowed him to become the person he is today.
Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, "The Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for him." The Lord is good to thos whose hope is in him, to the one who seeks him...
Lamentations 3:22-25

At first he was not too nervous about going so far away from home fore college, yet as the time drew near, more and more did he feel thos butterflies that his friends had told him about. He was becoming more nervous the week that he was to leave for UC Davis and he began to have second thoughts. Yet he knew that is was too late to think that way. But even still, he began to think about the things he was leaving behind. He would have to move away from his friends and family and all the things that he had spent most of his life going after. Not so much material things, although he does miss his car, but it was people that he began to miss the most, and this was all before he even left! Finally that fateful day came when he had to pack up his things and leave for college. He say his goodbyes to all his friends and close family and then it came time for him to say goodbye to his girlfriend. He then said goodbye to his first kiss, girlfriend, and love of his life as he drove off to his new life in Davis. That was the moment he began to change. He made new friends, met new professors, and settled in the dorms, which would be his new home for the next year. He has learned new things about himself such as his beliefs, and his abilities. He has also grown up a lot and learned new things. He learned about the difficulty of a long distance relationship with his family, friends, and girlfriend. All three of which he is grateful to still have. At the moment he left Costa Mesa, he realized that there is so much more to life for him to learn. His first year at UC Davis is just one step in his education about finding out who he really is.
Story- Life and Death
her boys.
"I have always told you everything, and this will not be different. Your father has passed away..."
came home, butbut all that
The next morning he woke up with a deep breath, knowing that a new day had come. Surprisingly, tears did not come. That night, he asked God to be his Abba father, and his reliance on Him grew ever stronger. They got ready to go to church the next morning, and life continued, but not without obstacles.
May 6, 2000 was the day he learned to rely on his Father. It was a day when he had to choose to either give up, or persevere. It was a day when he decided to grow.
Since then, he has felt a stronger urge to help his family, raise his brother, succeed and excel in everything he does, and reflect God's love. Although this event was tragic in his life, it has allowed him to become the person he is today.