Dear Klïoe,
I'm excited to say that I am in charge of my very own committee this year in the ARC After-school Leadership program. This specific event that I am working on has been a little dream of mine ever since I first came to Christ. Through the show Veggietales I was to come to know this great organization called Operation Christmas Child. What they do is incredible! They help send Good News and Great JOY to children around the world with shoeboxes. Yes, you heard me right shoeboxes. Here's where people like us come in we gather up empty shoeboxes and fill them up with clothes, toys, etc. for children from ages 3-14, girl or boy. But that's not the best part with all the packed shoeboxes collected we're able to share The Gospel and God reaches those children. Everything is really taking off we got various shoe companies to contribute empty boxes and managed not only to get my school into it but also our church. I praise God because He makes this all possible.
Another opportunity that God has allowed me to take advantage of is participating in our school's blood drive. After two other occasions where I was turned away due to high blood pressure I finally got to donate. The doctor who treated me pratically made me bust a gut as he cracked jokes the entire procedure. I could not hold my joy or laughter and the other doctors shared strange looks with one another as they passed by our station. I kid you not they pratically took a pint of blood out of me, the plastic baggie they stored the blood in was kinda huge. When it was all done I felt fine but then dizziness and blurred vision kicked in that's when the doctors crowded me. I laughed even more my doctor increased his level of humor by a couple of notches to keep me awake. But the other doctors including my very good friend, Diana thought I was delirious going into shock. Wet towels were put on my head and neck, a coughing /vomit bag before my face, to be honest I thought the doctors exaggerated just a bit. When I could get up I was extremely hungry but as I reached for a snack I was thrown onto a bench to lie down. More wet towels were plastered on my face almost making me look like a pirate. I felt okay but still they would not let me go but it was fun I ate lots of snacks and got to spend time with Diana who still worried for my safety/sanity. I had to stay afterschool to work on my event and while painting a poster I would have fits of blurred vision/dizziness but I would tell no one of it. Instead I kept singing the set of praises recorded from our last service. When it was time to take my leave despite the doctors orders I walked and stressed my arm out by carry heavy objects. Diana pleaded with me to leave the boxes I would take to church, with her and she would drop them off at my house but I refused telling her I wouldn't be home as my father was going to take us out. She panicked and fought to take the boxes out of my hands but I told her I'd be fine but only if that were true. My home is approximately a mile from my school I started strong but inevitably collapsed on my street. Boxes falling as well as my psychology textbook and school binder. I tried to move but I literally could not so I sat on the cement corner of my block weak and completely immobilized. Ten minutes had passed and my sister would not come as I called her on the phone. With all the strength I could muster I slugged the boxes over my shoulder alongside my bag and carried book, binder in hand and struggled to walk forward. Finally, in front of home I staggered landing on the brick wall that is when my sister arrived taking my heavy lifting away. She went inside the house not returning I sat outside for five more minutes near the wall before entering landing face first on bed. Overall, this has been one of the most thrilling, most terrifying, and most extraordinary moments of my life and I hope to do it again some day. With the right preoccupations taken of course.
With jam and love,
John
P.S. I might have some photos of the incident to show you
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Ficção AdolescenteKlïoe Henderson is moving half way across the United States to attend her dream school. Two of her friends decide to write her letters to keep her up to date. Sadly, they never send them. They kept them in the form of a book. Here are their storie...
