Category: philosophy/religion topics
I thought that this would be a good topic. I am currently writing a short story for English class, and I thought that if anyone has any good stories that they have written that are clean, and that have to do with God's faith, then fill free to post it here! I am going to post my story in bits and pieces. I have about 8 and a half pages already, so here it is! The next post will be my story. Please keep this stories clean. Thanks, and I am looking forward to some comments.
My Monkey and Me
Hello, my name is Sycillia. I am here to tell you of my friendship that once was a good one with my best friend Lydia. We had known each other ever since we were born. Our parents got together every day and we played with each other. We went to the same classes. Got the same grades, helped each other out with studying for quiz’s, and for finals. But then, there was a day that all of our fun and games was over. What a sad and horrible day it was, for at least, me. I am here to tell you of the story that has changed my life forever. So come along as I tell of my adventure.
It all started at the Watkins School for the Blind in New York. I was sound asleep when all of a sudden; I awake to a knock on my door. Who could it be at this time of night? It was only the early hour of 3, and I didn’t have to wake up until 5 AM to go to band.
“Yes?” I managed to call out in a drowsy voice.
Before I knew it, the door had opened revealing a bright light from the hall way. Covering my eyes, I could tell that something was wrong.
“Sycillia? Sorry to wake you, but I have just received news that your friend Lydia has just left with her parents. She won’t be coming back to Watkins. She got in a big fight with the teachers, and some of the students, and she has been removed with orders from the state. She will be going off to a private school in Washington D.C. Look, I am sorry to tell you this now, but she wants you to know that she won’t be able to see you for a few years. Please remain calm. The last thing that we need is to scare all of the students, and get them depressed.”
The voice paused for a moment, and as I uncovered my eyes with horror from the news, I looked up to see my dearest cottage parent Marie with tears in her eyes. There was a silence that felt as if it would never break. I closed my eyes and fought back big tears. Why did this have to happen? Why me? We had just the other day been laughing, and helping other students out with homework. But now, she was gone. Gone, far, far away. Who knows when I will see her again! My dearest friend was no longer in all of my classes, or at the lunch table with all of our friends and me! The peacemaker that I have known all of my life was now many, many miles away. O how it hurt to think of not seeing dear sweet Lydia anymore. It was so great that I broke down in to tears and did not bother to fight back the tears. The next thing I knew, Marie was holding me in her arms like Mom did when Papa past away. This wasn’t a death, but it was the separation of my friend that I have known since the day of birth. “It is going to be OK.” I heard Marie say through tears, “I know how you are feeling. I was separated from my best friend as well at your age. But you know the strict rules in these days. You can not speak the name of God in any school. And that is what Lydia did here. You know the punishment is the removal of all friends and the relocation of school. Sycillia more is to follow. The punishment also is the cat of nine tails.” Right then, we both broke down in to tears. Why must we live in this day in age where we couldn’t speak the precious name of Jesus? Why must she suffer so much? She was only 9 years of age, and she had suffered enough just being ridiculed by her classmates. No matter how much I stuck up for her, she got the blow. Now it is going too far. I was to stop this treatment at once. Right then, I broke out of Marie’s arms and grabbed my shoes, and ran out the door. “Wait! Where are you going? Stop!” shouted Marie as she ran after me. I had forgotten my cane, but there was no turning back. Not now! I had just past Lydia’s empty room, and was headed out the door. Down a flight of stairs, up a hill, over a gate, and I was free! I ran and ran until I was completely lost. Where do I go from here? By that time, the sun was rising, and clouds began to gather in the sky for a storm was approaching. Should I turn around? Or, should I try to find my way around in pure uncertainty? I thought. No! I will not go any further. I can not go on with out my cane in that bright, yet dull light of the new morning. I reluctantly turned around and started my journey back to school. What will people say when I get back? I thought. But the real question was, will I ever get back?
The journey back to school was not as smooth as the one going off campus. I stumbled, and fell more than I walked. How I wished that I had my cane right then. I do not remember how long it took me, but finally, as the sun was fully up, I ran in to our fence that keeps all intruders off of our campus. I tried to climb over the chain length fence, but all of my strength was used up. I was then to look for a gate. It couldn’t have been more than five minutes later when I found it. Once I entered campus, I knew know more.
When I awoke, I was surrounded by many faces, strange faces staring at me. Where was I? I tried to figure out where I was, for nothing looked the same. One of the girls looked like Lydia and I said, “Lydia? Is that you?” Everyone laughed at me, and said in unison, “Lydia is no longer with us.” And began laughing even harder. I broke down in to tears, and tried to push everyone out of my room, or I thought so, but I just was too weak to even lift my head. I cried myself to sleep and awoke to sweet smells of homemade goodies being baked. This time I woke up peacefully. No girls laughing at me, and no bother of saying that my dear friend was gone. What a relief!! Now was the time to figure out where I was. I sat up, feeling rather refreshed, and looked around. For a moment, my eyes saw nothing. But as I looked, I saw more and more. This wasn’t my bedroom in which I thought I had been in, but I was in the cottage living room. There, on the couch right beside me sat a pink and striped teddy bear. I picked it up, and looked at it closer. Around its neck hung a name tag, and engraved on it was the name Lydia. In the bear’s hands held a letter with my name on it. I picked up the letter and opened it expecting it to be all in print. I was not about to ask someone to read it to me. No way! If it were in print, then I would just not read it at all. It would be best not to read it at all, but if it were to be in Braille, but I was to read it. I reached in to the envelope and pulled out a thick piece of paper. I held my breath and unfolded the letter. Sure enough, it was in Braille. I began to read it. The letter is as follows:
December 2, 1814
Dear Sycillia:
I know that you are upset about me leaving, but there is more to that. I don’t know if anyone has told you about what has happened. So, as your friend, I am to tell you, but please keep it to yourself, for the consequence is great in measure.
It was on this day five months ago when it all started. A group of students were cussing, swearing, and even mocking Jesus. I over heard them, and as a natural instinct of mine, I came over and simply asked them to please not talk like that around me. That offends me. In return, they turned around and laughed at me. “What, are we hurting your feelings? O, where is mommy? We can say whatever we want here. If you have a problem with it, why don’t you cry about it?” “Mom is at home,” I said, “But Jesus is right here listening to your conversation, and He is offended over it. I am asking you nicely if you could not talk to me like that. That hurts me greatly.” I was going to say more, but then they picked up stones and were going to throw them at me when principal Haiggins came and stopped them. “What is this all about?” He asked. “This here, Lydia, is telling us that this so called “god” is offended with our language, and has asked us to “not talk to her like that again.”.” The leader of the group said, “and we do not agree with that, so we were simply going to get rid of her once and for all. I mean, who needs a person like that?” In return, Mr. Haiggins took a deep breath and said looking right at me, “Lydia? What have we talked about before? You know that the mention of there being any “god” is forbidden. And for you to say that that offends you is going too far. I will be notifying your parents, and will discuss what is to be done with you. You are a bratty child, I have always known that, but it is getting far beyond my likes. You must control both your tongue, and your mind. You hear me?” Right then he shook me and said, “Hmmmm? I said, do you hear me!” I then said, “Yes but,…” “there will be no “buts” about it. So I ask you once and for all, do, you, hear, me.” “Yes. Yet, no one can stop me from saying the truth. The truth I speak. And nothing but the truth. You can lock me up, send me off to a distant school, take away my friends, but I will not stop speaking the truth.” And that was it. Mr. Haiggins dropped me allowing me to fall on the ground, and ran off to call my parents. The crowd of boys kicked me and ran off to follow him. There I lay, praying for several minutes, and trying to gather my thoughts. I am not sure how long it was, but finally I had the strength to head back to our cottage. I kept the days event in between God and I, and didn’t tell you or anyone for fear that I would have no dinner that night. You saw me kind of down, but nothing hinted that I was in deep trouble; at least that is to say, I tried my best to keep it to myself.
Months of torture followed me. No one except for you and Marci talked to me. Everyone else had heard of what I said, and now they stayed far away from me. Even the simplest “hi”, was ignored. But no matter what happened, you were there, and I thank you for that.
You might still be wondering why I have missed school many times in the last few months, well, I was at court pleading my case. Mom and dad tried to stick up for me, but nothing helped. No matter how many times I prayed, or how hard I prayed, it seems as if God has turned away from me and has joined the bad side. Sycillia, tonight, I am to depart from this school. Principal Haiggins, and with the help of New York has decided to send me off to Washington D.C., where I will finish up high school. I am not to see you or my family until I graduate. That may take me three to four years. I am not certain, but it is going to be a long, long time before I see you again. My dear Sycillia, I want you to know that I love you, and I want to thank you for being such a good friend. It brings such tears to my eyes just to think of the time away from you. What ever you do, don’t fall away from God. Be strong, and hang in there. Even if you get sent to D.C., I will be looking for you.
I love you Sycillia, and please, please do not be saddened over this. I will see you again, and just keep your head up high. Imagine me sitting right there in French class with you whispering funny sentences in French when we are not suppose to. I will see you soon. Don’t you worry about that. Take care and God bless.
Love:
Your sister in Christ,
Lydia
As I read the last words, I began to tear up. Lydia was not going to be walking down the halls any more. I hugged the big bear again, and ran down the hall towards my bedroom. I threw the door closed, and cried myself to sleep once more. I didn’t want to think of the empty room across the hall from me. The empty seat beside me in band, French, and,… the rest of the wonderful classes that we needed to graduate. I will never forget her smile in her voice, and her spring in her step to lunch every day. To make it worse, we as students had to live at school until summertime. We only got to see our families on Holidays, and Spring Break. We didn’t have weekends at home like we hoped to have, all because of the threat of students not returning to school the next week. At that moment in time, I didn’t want to think of anything. Not the sweets baking in the kitchen down the hall, of the nasty principal that we are stuck with, the mean students, of the unanswered prayers, and of my closest friend, Lydia. I just wanted to cry myself to sleep.
The next time that I woke up, it was time to go to band. I grabbed my books and ran out the door calling as I went “checking out.” It was a rule to state when we were checking out. Although students didn’t like to say it, we had to say “checking out,” every time we exited, and “checking in,” when arriving back at our cottages. What a pain it was!! But o well. Off I went to band. It had been a whole day since I had eaten, or in that case, went to school.
Once in band, I found my chair, and sat down not talking to anyone. I could feel every eye looking at me. But who cares? I had every right to skip band. My friend needed me. Yes, I turned back, but, I wanted to find her! She is like my sister! She stuck up for me when I got in trouble, she cheered me up when I most needed it, and well, let’s don’t go there again. Let’s just say that I missed my friend/sister. But in band, I preoccupied my mind with other things. I listened to the chitter-chatter of students as they got their instruments out, the bang of the piano as a small child warmed up for the morning, the screech of clarinets as they were forced to play a note, and the soft blow of my flute as I prepared it for our big piece that we were expected to play.
As the day went on, my heart grew even heavier towards the school. Why were they so mean to my friend! They had no right to treat her like that. Once back at my cottage, I grabbed a warm cookie a glass of milk and sat down to eat it. But as I was eating, I found myself tearing up again. Cookies were Lydia’s favorite treat here!!! And I was eating them with out her? We use to wait for each other, and meet in the hall way so that we could walk to the table together. I would get Lydia’s cookie, milk, and napkin, while she got mine. O, if only I could go on with life!! But how could I? It just isn’t the same without Lydia! I then made up my mind. I am going to visit Lydia. But how? I am miles away, and I am only a blind 9 year old. If only I could get someone to help me. I thought as I ate my cookie. But as I ate, the thoughts grew even stronger. I quickly ate and hurried down to my room. I packed my things in to a small nap sack, and put a few hidden food items among my clothing. Once packed, I went to Marie and pulled her aside. “Marie, I have a favor to ask of you.” I said. “What is it my dear?” she asked. “Well,” I began, “I have been worried sick over Lydia all day, and all night. I am determined to find her. Would you help me? This would require you to help me get to the train station without people hunting me down. Would you help me?” I held my breath as the silence grew. It felt as if it was ages before the long desired answer was found. “Well, I guess I could, but we will have to do it quick and soon! Do you have everything?” She now spoke quietly almost too quiet. I nodded. “I will remove your window screen then, and when you hear a carriage pull up, hop out and make sure to be very quiet!! I shouldn’t be doing this, but I asked the same thing with my friend when I was your age. Let us say a prayer.” Marie said, and began to pray. I felt very peaceful while she prayed. She asked God to lead our steps, and for the safe journey to D.C. Once she had finished her prayer, she patted my knee and handed me my cane. I always forget about my cane, for I haven’t needed it up until a year ago when Papa, Lydia, and I were in a train wreck. That is when Papa left us. It was a fast and painless death. Two trains collided, and Papa did not have his seat belt fastened tight enough. He went flying out of his seat and on to the tracks below through the broken window. Lydia and I got a dose of gas that just slowly blinds people... We were much better off than Papa. But now was the challenge to remember my cane. I thanked Marie, and waited for the arrival of her carriage that would whisk me off to the train station.
A minute after Marie had left my room, I heard her say to Meg my other cottage parent “I am going on break. I will be back soon. I am going to get some dinner.” “OK. Bring me some.” Meg replied smiling. I quickly hopped up, closed my door, and grabbed my nap sack, and walked up to the window. Sure enough, I heard the crunch of gravel under the weight of Marie’s carriage. I stuck my cane out the window, to see how far of a jump I would have to make. Not too far. I jumped out landing on my feet, and ran towards the awaiting carriage. Alas! It was time to go!! How I had thought, and pondered about this trip. How Papa would have been proud of me! He would have said, “That’s my girl!” and he would have given me a big bear hug. Awe, if only I could feel it right now! But the only thing to do is to press onward to my unseen destination.
Once in the carriage, we were silent until we were off the school’s campus. Once we were out of ear’s shot, we laughed, and talked a mile a minute. Marie gave me her best wishes, as we pulled up to the station. She spoke to the conductor, and talked him in to letting me aboard with out a fee! He took my hand, and led me up a ramp and on to the train. I found myself sitting in a seat all alone. But not for long. I could only wonder how long the trip would take. The conductor said in a low voice, “Don’t tell anyone about you riding for free. It is all on me.” Before I could thank him, he was gone. What was next? How many trains would I need to take in order to get to Lydia? Would I be caught before leaving the station, and be sent home? What would happen to dear sweet Marie? Was she really going to get dinner for Meg and her? This thoughts ran a million, if not, a trillion times as I waited for the train to start.
A few minutes later, I heard the conductor call out “all aboard? Let’s go!” And off we went. I could not believe that I was really leaving New York. The city that I have always lived in, the same school that I haven’t left ever since Papa passed away, and now, new scenery was in view. Although I couldn’t really see too much, I could see the black and white figures passing out of view. Good bye New York. I didn’t know when I was to return, but the thought of seeing Lydia, and perhaps our president was giving me hope. Just then I felt something or someone brush by me. I jumped, and turned my head to see what it was. To my surprise, there sat right next to me a lost monkey. It looked at me as if to say, “Please don’t hurt me.” At first, I was afraid to touch this handsome looking monkey, but it looked rather sad. If it had been forgotten in a zoo, or was left by someone in the park. I reached out my hand and touched it. I will never forget its soft fluffy fur. Once I had touched it, the monkey touched my hand with its paw. You see, this monkey was not a wild monkey, but a tame one. I began to think what to do with this sweet animal. Could I possibly keep it? But what foods do they eat, and what type of climate do they live in? I can not possibly leave it here, no, not on the train. It must come with me. I began to talk to this monkey. I knew that it couldn’t understand me, or respond, but I spoke to it despite all of the looks that I got from surrounding passengers. “Don’t worry little one. I will be here. Has someone forgotten you? They have done the same with me. We will be good friends I think. I am on my way to find my best friend. Will you help me find her?” I was not expecting any movement from this monkey, but it nodded its head as if it understood my question. I smiled big and stroked my new friend’s fur. What great times I will have with this monkey! Immediately I began to think of names for this monkey. I couldn’t just call it monkey, it was more than a monkey. It was my new friend! It was alive and breathing, therefore, I had to come up with a name. Despite all of the names that I thought of, I couldn’t think of one. This monkey knew that I was thinking, and became frustrated, so it just put its furry long arm around me as if it were saying, “cheer up! Don’t worry about the smallest things! Life is too short to fret over the smallest details.” It felt as if my Papa were there again. So I decided to name my monkey after my papa. Sam was his name. I told Sam that he had a name now, and he understood. I smiled and laid my head on Sam. I closed my eyes and soon after, fell asleep.
Several hours must have past when all of a sudden I was awoken to a loud crack. What was going on? Everyone was screaming except for Sam. I felt him tense up and was ready to hop out of his seat, but I held him back. The train was at a dead halt. Then I realized that the air was gradually getting colder. I held Sam even closer. “What’s happening Sam?” I whispered in his fur. He shook violently and tried to get out of his seat. “No Sam! Please stay! I need you. I am afraid.” He seemed to know that I needed him. He calmed down and looked at me. Just then we heard a noise that we will never forget. The nasty sound of trees and rock falling. It came closer and closer to the train. Everyone screamed. Even Sam let out an ear piercing screech. Right then and there, I let out a loud prayer for God to see us through this frightful incident. Suddenly, there was silence. A cold, dead frightful silence that you could almost hear someone breathing. The sound of a voice came over the intercom that said, “ladies and gentlemen, please do not be alarmed. We have just hit a snow storm. An avalanche has just barely missed us miraculously. We have just called for some transportation to get us out of here. The trip has been canceled due to the storm. We will be back tracking to New York as soon as possible. In the mean time, please remain calm. Thank you.” And that was all. I hugged Sam and fought back big tears. I was so close to seeing my best friend, and now the storm had to send us back? Why was this that all of my dreams have been spoiled? I had only been on the train for a day, and now I had to go back to the dreaded school that I despise so much. And not only that, but I would have to tell all students, and my cottage parents why I was gone for so long. Meg didn’t know that I was gone, that is to say, she didn’t know my plan until she did room check that night. I can only imagine the thoughts running through her head. I told Sam many a time that I didn’t want to go, but he looked at me as if he were saying “Sycillia, you have to go. No complaining.” I shrugged, and though of words to say to Meg and inquiring students. How long would it take for me to get back to Watkins? Would I make it back? The food on the train was low, and I wanted out to at least play in the snow and to find some comfort, but I was told to stay put. Every blanket on board was used up. Babies wailed, young children fought, and parents shouted at their young. What a night mere. But for some reason, I felt happy in side. Not all the way, but just knowing that Sam was there comforted me. I reached in to my sack and pulled out a banana and gave it to Sam. He ate it in a heart beat. That poor guy. I was hungry, but I felt sorry for others, and gave away my food. I believe that it is better to give than to receive. And that is what I did that day. I was able to feed many people. I gave small portions to each person so that the food would go a long ways. Everyone loved me after that. They played games with Sam and I, and children ran around chasing Sam trying to catch Sam’s tail. But he was too fast for them. He swung from car to car, and hopped from seat to seat. That entertained everyone for an hour, but then we all became very sleepy. I tried not to nod off, but it became so hard. Others were fighting it as well. “We must stay awake.” One person mumbled as they were drifting off. “All of a sudden, Sam the feisty monkey let out a hoot and jumped on me. I jumped, but then laughed and caught everyone’s attention. Surprisingly, Sam was not heavy like I thought he would. Instead, you could pick him up with one hand, and not have to struggle. This monkey is the smartest monkey around! I hugged Sam and told him that he was a good boy. Then he was off. He ran and jumped on other people waking them up. “I need some of his energy!” Cried a child, “Ya? I need it more than you!” said its mother. This awful train ride turned out to be a wonderful experience. I got to save people from starving. What would have happened if I wasn’t there? If I had come to the train station just a bit later, I would have missed the train, and I wouldn’t have Sam, or have fed the hungry. I closed my eyes and thanked God for letting me be on that train. Right as I was saying “amen,” Sam jumped on me thinking that I was asleep. I laughed, and laughed, and laughed. “Sam, you are the best monkey that a girl could ever hope for.” I said between laughter and tears. Sam had came at the right time. For the next day was my birthday. I was to be ten-years-old, and stuck on the train. I believe that that was God’s birthday gift to me. But I still was wondering about who owned Sam before me. That soon was to be answered.
Still on the train three hours later, I decided to take a walk around with Sam. He walked in front of me and turned around ever so often to see if I was still there. He didn’t let me use my cane. He didn’t realize that I was blind. Every time that he turned around, I laughed and smiled. I would try to bring out my cane, but he would jump at me and shake his head. If only you could have seen it!! What a sight it was! We were the center of attention that trip.
As we neared the end of the last car, Sam and I found a lady sitting all by herself crying. Sam turned around and touched my hand. I know that I had to cheer up this person. “Hey there.” I said. “What’s wrong?” Through tears the lady sobbed, “I have lost my child, and don’t know where she is. I haven’t seen her in five hours. I have looked around, and have asked people if they have seen her, but, but,…” right then she broke down in to tears. “Now. No need to fear. Sam and I will find her for you. But you are going to have to answer a few questions. Can you do that?” I asked. “Yes.” She sobbed. “What does she look like? What is her name? How old is she?” I asked. “Here is a picture of her that you may bring along with you. Her name is Rebecca, and she is three-years of age.” With that, I thanked her, and took Sam to help me find Rebecca. I showed Sam the picture, and he ran straight ahead. I ran after him trying to keep up. He turned right, then left, and up a short flight of stairs. He turned right and stopped and turned around waiting for me to catch up. Once there, I looked at the picture and looked up. Right in front of me stood sweet little Rebecca. Kneeling down I said “Hey Rebecca? My name is Sycillia. Your momma has been looking for you. I am here to bring you back to her. Would you please come with me?” She looked up at me and smiled. “You found mama?” she asked in a squeaky voice. “Sure did,” I smiled back. “Come with my monkey and I and I will take you back. She misses you so much.” She quickly grabbed my hand and hobbled along. Once we were in eyes view of Rebecca’s mom, Rebecca ran straight to her with wide open arms crying, “Mama! Mama! Mama! Syciia found me!” Her mom laughed, and said “she sure did. Where were you Rebecca?” Rebecca took a deep breath and said: “I was looking for our lost monkey, but couldn’t find him. But here he is! Syciia found him too!” I felt tears come to my eyes again. I swallowed hard trying not to show my disappointment. Sam looked at me sadly as if to say “this is my family. I have to go.” There was a long pause in the conversation and once I thought that I had to just leave Sam here with his family, Rebecca’s mom all of a sudden asked “is there anyway to repay you? I will do what ever you request of me. You have found my child so you deserve something.” I told her that there was nothing that she could do for me. I was just sad to give up my Sam. Rebecca’s mother noticed how loving Sam was to me, and how well I handled him, and how much I loved him, so she said, “look, I must pay you in some way.” And turning to her girl she said: “Rebecca, this sweet young lady is going to keep Bobby. I am going to buy you a pony that you have been hoping for, for a long time. I know that you are sad, but this sweet girl has found you, and loves Bobby more than we do. Will you please say good bye to Bobby and let this girl keep him? I will buy you a pony once we get home.” Before I could speak up, Rebecca looked at Sam and me and saw how happy Sam looked. With a tiny moment of silence Rebecca said “You can take him, but, let me say good bye.” Still holding back my tears, I smiled and told her that she could spend some time with him. I thanked them, but Rebecca’s mother told me that she was glad to have her child back, and that there is no need to thank her for giving up her monkey. She said that a child is worth more than a monkey and was grateful for the kind act that I had just done. I gave Rebecca and her mom a piece of candy and took Sam. I felt guilty, but I knew that I had done the right thing. I returned a sweet young girl back to her mom. Sam looked so pleased to be with me again. He hopped, and swung from car to car just like he had done a few hours ago. He this time, was rejoicing at the fact that I could keep him. This was a true gift from God. “Thank You Jesus for this monkey.” I prayed as I ran to keep up with Sam.
Chelsea that is SOOO cuuute!!!!~!!!! Lemme see if I can find something... hmm...
This is part of my journal...
"...When we got on, there was a 14-year-old kid named Adam who had something like Downs Syndrome, and he was in a wheelchair. He wasn't like almost all the other disabled kids I've met; he was sweet, funny, and endlessly happy. Mom called Dad and told him about it to cheer him up. (He's feeling depressed lately.) Dad thought we were making fun of the kid, but we said no and that he was cute and funny as ever, and we thought it might cheer poor Daddy up. Well, anyway, Adam had just been picked up from vacation Bible school at his church, and he kept telling everyone that he loved him or her.
'Hey, Adam, you know Jesus loves you first, right?' Mom asked.
'I love you.' It was all he wanted to say. He was smiling all the while.
'Good. That's all you need to know.' Then, we dropped him off,..." (Melissa Finefrock, June 7th, 2004.)
"Then, we went and looked at lights. I wasn’t really able to see much color or shapes this year, but just being able to see the lights was great for me, for this will probably be the last year I’ll be able to see them. If I don’t go completely blind by next year, I’ll at least be stuck at light perception. I’m really scared! But I know that God has not forsaken me, and He loves me, and this is all happening for His perfect will and plan. Also, In the Bible there was a blind man, and some people asked Jesus why he was blind, if his parents had sinned or if he had. Jesus said no to both, that this man was blind so that people may see the works of God and believe. And with that voila! Jesus gave him sight! Well, that makes me feel better. Abbey was sitting in the middle, and I told her if she needed to lean on me when she got tired, she could. I dunno. I used to hate it when people leaned on me, but something happened. I dunno. I think I’m changing. I’ve noticed it. And when confusing times like these are aroused, I have noticed that I am confused, but I still have faith. By the end of the night, I had fallen in love with that kid, haha. I didn’t want her to get off! Her laying her head on my shoulder was actually some comfort, therapy for what I’m going through. I don’t know if I like anyone anymore, I’m kinda scared to lose my sight,… but this little girl, this sleeping little girl on my shoulder was healing me somehow; I dunno..." (Melissa Finefrock, December 11th, 2004.)
"...when I lose focus on God like Peter did while walking on the water, I start drowning in uncertainty and depression like Peter started to sink in the water. But God is forgiving, graceful, and loving, so He reaches out His hand every time I lose focus and cry out to Him, admitting that I have lost faith, and I need Him..." (Melissa Finefrock, January 14th, 2005.)
That is sooo cool Mel! Thanks for sharing, and keep it up! *hugs*
OK. So I'm always bragging about this Taylor Pool dude. Well. He has a very, VERY interesting story. Go to www.xanga.com/newworlddiary and read today's entry. God had His hands on him; that's all I'm gonna say!!!
Last part to my story. Read in next post.
Thanks,
Lordlover
Two hours after returning to my seat, the long awaited help that we had been waiting for arrived. Everyone in all of the cars cheered for joy. But that was soon broken by a sharp voice saying: “I am sorry to disappoint you all, but I can only take 50 people at a time. Even then it is a bit much. How many people do we have?” He asked turning to the conductor. “We have over 200.” He replied. After a long pause the voice said: “Here is what we are going to do. I am to take all families first, then I will come back to get those who are single, or couples. All families please step forward.” He ordered and opened the frosty door. “Watch your step now. It is a slick one.” I heard him say. I held tight to Sam. “Sam? We are not going to get off of here for a long time. Try to fall asleep won’t you?” But no matter how much I tried, Sam would not sleep. He felt as if it were his duty to keep all passengers awake. His task was lightened as one third of the crew was now gone. Although cold and hungry, Sam managed to cause trouble. He looked all around for crumbs from little children. He found a sandwich still in its package and managed to open it. Once opened, he ate it in one bite. He also found a cookie and gave it to me. It was still in its wrapper so Sam unwrapped it for me and stuck it in my mouth forcing me to eat it. Of course, he made me laugh so hard that Sam hooted and hollered. If only you could have seen his face!! His big blue eyes looked every which way, and his mouth was so wide that you could see every tooth in his mouth. How I laughed and laughed. That silly monkey could never make me sad. He was the right monkey for me. Finally he decided that he didn’t have any energy left and sat down on the seat next to me. He grabbed a blanket and tried his best to pull it over both of us. I ended up having to help him, for most of the blanket was stuck over his face. That goofy monkey! He tried to laugh, but the blanket just got stuck in his mouth and he couldn’t move his jaw. I had to pull the blanket out of his mouth, and off of his head. I covered us up and closed my eyes. I knew that everyone including Sam had their eyes closed as well. A few minutes later, we were all visiting that enchanted land that we know as “Dream Land.”
About 4 A.M., we were all awoken by the soft noise of a pitter-patter of rain and the melting of snow. We could hear the scraping from below. That was music to our ears. We were going to be on our way sooner than we knew it. Sam opened his eyes for a moment to look around, yet once he knew that the air was warming up, and that the snow was melting, he fell back to sleep. Just seconds later we were on our way again. How long had we sat there, I have no clue, but all that I know is that I was thankful to know that I was safe heading back to school. I began to miss school, but I still wanted to see Lydia. But that wasn’t on my mind right then. I was to have a decent meal, get warm dry clothes on, and show off my new friend to Marie. How she would love Sam!!
A few hours later we were back in New York. As we came up to the train station that we had left only three days ago, I felt sad to leave this train. I shook Sam awake for he was sleeping like a baby. “Sam. It is time to get off the train.” I told him. But no movement. I picked up the little rascal, and put him in my nap sack. It was by this time half way empty, so he fit in there rather well. I put my nap sack over my shoulder and waited for the doors to open to release the remaining passengers. By the time it had opened, everyone was rushing through them all at once. I decided to let them of first. I wanted to delay my exit as much as possible. I enjoyed most of the trip, and didn’t want to go back to school except to see Marie. Just as I was standing up the conductor came up to me and touched my shoulder. “Sycillia? I know that it has been a long trip for you, but I want to apologize for the long ride for nothing. I am taking this train once more traveling the same rout heading to D.C. I know that you want to see your friend so I was wondering if you still want to stay on here and see your friend. I understand if you have given up, but something tells me that she is waiting for you. So, what do you think? I also have some wonderful food awaiting you since it is your birthday.” He smiled and waited for my response. I thought of Marie, school, and my own bed, and how nice it would be to sleep a full night. But in the end, I thought of my dearest friend Lydia, and how much I have missed her. At last I said, “I would love to come along. But how much do I owe you?” the conductor smiled and gave a small laugh and said: “you don’t have to pay. Like I said, “the trip is all on me.” Just make yourself comfortable, and we will be off in a few minutes. Here come our passengers. I will make sure that things are running smoothly then we will be on our way.” Just like a few days ago, he took off right when I was going to thank him. I took Sam out of my nap sack and held him on my lap. This was going to be another long and endless trip that I just had to do. I will spare you the details all because it was the same miles, but no storm to fight. The ride went smoothly. The conductor right before we took off gave me a meal that I will never forget. It wasn’t a sandwich and a piece of fruit, but it was steak, baked potatoes, mixed vegetables, a hot roll and a tall glass of watter. He not only fed me, but Sam. He gave Sam two bananas, a variety of other fruits, and a big bowl of cold, fresh, clean water. I was grateful to eat again. It felt as if it had been ages since I had the opportunity to eat. This however was a wonderful meal that I will not ever forget. That was so nice of the conductor. He didn’t have to feed me, and yet he did!! I ate my meal slow as possible and then with nothing else to do, I watched Sam eat his fruit. The way that he ate was hilarious! He peeled the banana, and shoved the whole thing in to his mouth causing it to bulge. Like I said before, he is the cutest monkey around.
The day finally came for me to get off the train in D.C. It had been four days with occasional stops here and there. With Sam in my nap sack, we walked off of the train on to the ramp that led us to the train station. How it felt good to finally get out of the train! It had been a week since I had last touched ground. The conductor had me wait for him off to the side of the ramp as he helped other passengers off the old train. Once he was free, he came and led me to the train station. He even helped me look for Lydia. At first, I thought that we were not going to find her, but the conductor knew something that I didn’t know. He looked and looked all over the place and finally, there she was. He shouted “Lydia! Someone is here to see you!” I jumped up and down startling Sam, but not for long. Sam leapt out of my nap sack and jumped in to Lydia’s arms as she came towards us. Sam gave Lydia his last banana by peeling it and shoving it in to her mouth. She gave a gasp and ate it down while laughing. I could not believe that I was finally there with my dearest friend again. What a blessing it was! I turned towards the conductor and hugged him tight. “Thanks you so much for the free ride, the food, and most importantly, thanks for helping me find Lydia. How can I ever repay you?” I asked. “You know what you can do?” he asked, “You can have a great time with your friend while I load up my train, and then, you two are coming back to Watkins to catch up on homework.” With a jump from both of us, the conductor chuckled and walked off leaving Sam, Lydia and I alone. I was so excited that I didn’t know what else to say. It must have been centuries before Lydia spoke up. “Sycillia, I have been wanting to tell you this for a long time, but I was afraid to until now.” She paused to collect her thoughts. “What is it sis?” I asked. “Well, you know how you lost your Papa? Well, I have lost my parents.” She broke down in to tears and put Sam down on the ground in fear of dropping him. I began to feel rather sad. I fought back the strong force of tears, but it was know use. I cried so hard that I could not control myself. Lydia’s parents were like my extra parents. They were there when Papa passed away, and when Mom could not bear to see me for the longest time. They were there for all of my birthdays, concerts at school, and for the smallest things, they were there for me. But now they were gone. Gone forever, and I didn’t get to say good bye. I managed to ask how they died, and through tears Lydia managed to say “fire.” A fire? O no!! I realized just then that the boys who had treated Lydia like dirt had set her house ablaze killing both parents. My heart leapt with anger. They were mad with Lydia for sticking of for God, so they killed her parents since they couldn’t kill her themselves. Through many tears Lydia said: “Sycillia, I am not coming back with you. I just can not go back to my old life. God took away your Papa, my school, now my parents, so I am not going back. I am both mad a God, and at the world. There is know need to go back to my so called life. It was nice knowing you, but,…” “No! In your letter you told me to stay strong in the Lord, and to remain faithful to my schooling, and to my assigned duties. Lydia, you may have lost your family, your hopes, and your faith in God, but this gives you know right to be feeling sorry for yourself. God has a plan for you! Why, wasn’t it only 8 years ago when we said that we would be friends for life? Lydia, friends are people who stick together like glue. Even through the roughest, toughest times. When I met you, I called you friend. When you were sick, I cared for you. When Papa died, I didn’t think about my worries, but cheered you up because Papa was like your second dad. You missed him just as much as me. Lydia, what I am trying to get at is that Jesus wants to be your best friend too. More than that, but He wants to be your Father. Not like an earthly father, but your one and only Heavenly Father. I know you know this already, but Satan is getting a hold of you and bringing you further and further away from the one who created you! Look. I am not going to tell you what to do, but I am praying that you will come back to school with me, and trust in God again. Jesus loves you Lydia, and you are not the only one who falls away from Him. Many people slip in to sinful things. But the key is to keep your gaze on God. So, what do you say?” I asked as I prayed a quick silent prayer. It was some time before she replied. With a deep breath Lydia said in a shaky voice: “I have decided to follow Jesus. With the world behind me, there is no turning back.” Right then, Sam and I jumped up and down with joy. I gave Lydia a big hug and welcomed her back. Right then the train conductor came up and took us off to the train. What a glorious day it was to find my best friend in the train station and to remind her of God’s love. I thanked God for using me in that way. That day will go on in my heart forever more.
Once back at school, Lydia was welcomed back warmly by all staff and students. Even I was accepted rather kindly. It was as if I had entered a new school. I mean, the students that had killed Lydia’s parents were giving her gifts and were rather angry at themselves for wanting to kill her, and because of the deaths of her parents. The group of bullies told Lydia that “because of your strong faith in God, we have accepted Him as our personal Lord and Savior.” Once I heard those words, I was jumping up and down and praising God. Sam was even hooting and hollering and swinging from low tree tops. Even the cutest animals can give God the glory. For all have been created alike. I whipped out my flute and played a song that Papa had taught me right before his death. I played it and danced, and Sam clung on to my skirt as I trilled round and around. What a sight it was!! Many tears were shed that day. Not tears of sorrow, but tears of joy and happiness. All because of Lydia and I, but most importantly God’s help, this school was turned around for the good.
That night, as I was getting ready for bed, I got a phone call from my mom that gave me wonderful news. This wasn’t just good news for me, but for Lydia as well. I ran to Lydia’s now well furnished room and knocked on her door. “Yes?” She called out. “I have some good news for you.” I called out. “May I come in?” “sure!” She replied. “Mom called and said to tell you that you have been adopted in to our family. You are now both my friend, and my sister! Welcome to the family!!!” I said as I jumped up and gave her a big bear hug. We both cried and laughed for joy. Now we would be able to really, truly say that we were sisters. We said a sweet prayer of thanks to God and headed off to bed. The next day was another day of school, yet this day was the best day ever. For now I had a sister that I brought back to Christ.
The next day Lydia and I woke up and grabbed out book bags. We ran together down the hall way and yelled “checking out for school,” and off we went. Out in to the darkness we went, not seeing the future, not turning back to see the past, but striving to live the present, as were once again, friends. With our heads up high and pressing forward, we, Sycillia and Lydia prepared for the unseen future that none could have, or would have seen or even predicted. These adventures will live long in each of our hearts as many generations will learn of our tale. And that, my friends, is my story of how I got my beloved friend back. And in that process, I gained one. My dear sweet Sam. I pray that God would bless you, and keep you in all of His ways. Just remember; never give up hope in God. For your rewards, as I have learned, are great in number.
Yayyyyaayyyyayyyyyayyyyayyayyyay Chelsea!!! You are such a gifted writer!!! Keep it up girl!!!
yeayeayeayeayeayeayea! Thanks sissy!
Hi Chelsea!
I've just read your story and that's wonderful. I'm wordless in front of all those lovely words. You brought me into a very interesting univers and I thank you for that.
Thank you to have shared. Wish I could read more from you soon.
Thanks. I will consider writing another story. *smily*
hey! nice one Chelse! good one sissy! Wish I could write like that, actually, I am currently thinking about writing a story about a woman who has a meeting with Christ. But, there's a lot more too it than that! Got loads of ideaas. If you have any Chelse, or anyone else, would love your help! It's up too you sissy whether people post the ideas on your topic or PM me........ actually don't worry, I'll make my own topic! cheers Chelse, Sazel. Love ya Sissy!
That would be awesome Sarah. I would love to read your work. *smily
For anyone who can think of a better title for this book, that would be great. Please post them here if you think of anything. I would love more ideas.
great job chelsea. eyes in tears though. smilely
*smiles*
thanks Season.
I am thinking about writing another story. This time, it is to be longer, and it is not for any school project. I need some ideas though to make this book as fun as the other one, or even better. Any ideas, please send them my way. Thanks.
Any ideas? I want to start as soon as possable, but I need some feedback.
Any one Read Left Behind?
I am working on that one. I am only on my fifth chapter.
I've also read all 3 of Joel C. Rosenberg's Novels. And would reccomend them to any body also.
Josh
Great job sissy I loved the ending sweetie *tears*Happy ones though.
Thanks sissy! *smiles*
Grate job on the story keep at it, I think you should make a sequel. Good luck sis.
Well, it was good, but there is still some things you need to fix.
Here we go.
The monkey is way too smart. Even if that thing was tamed it shouldn't do so much or know how to. Also, the little kid could say too much. If this kid is only three she should be able to talk so inteligiblly.