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The Storms of my Life
Last night, I went to church and listened to a sermon that my pastor preached on about storms. I can relate to the sermon because the storms in my life comes from "friendly" authors who thinks they can help me write (or should I say..."rewrite"?) my book. I never said I was perfect, but I also never expected to have people tell me, "Your story would be better if.." So I listen to their advice and suggestions as my heart break. My pastor preached that storms comes unexpectedly and that no one ever hopes or wants a storm to come. Often time, we don't know how to deal with storms. The disciples figured all they could do is empty the boat of the water. Jesus was asleep. How dare he sleep! Doesn't he know we are going to drown if he doesn't do something? I am sure the disciples thought that, but what they didn't expect was how Jesus would answer the storm. They thought he would bail out some water too. to join in with them. Ofte
Shattered Dreams
Living life with no mode of transportation makes life hard when we want to go somewhere. Bus fare is a dollar one way and because of the many stops, it will take a while to get to get where you need to, even harder is when that bus runs every hour. There used to be a time when they all ran every half hour and we had seven buses! But our economy had changed for the worst and the county couldn’t afford to have six buses run every half hour. Perhaps, if the buses could revert back to the old way, it wouldn’t be a big deal. It is a big deal. No one in my family has a license to drive a car. My mother, because of age, has given up driving long time ago and my sister and I had instructors who were either harsh or just plain give up on us—we never made it as far as taking the driving test. As a result, we have become dependent on taking the bus or asking for rides. Over a year ago, my mother’s desire has been fulfilled: A neighbor agreed to take us t