Saturday, November 12, 2016

Lessons Learned from My Pastor

The appearance I see it family should etern entirelyy have each former(a)s back, right? substantially so I thought. When I was younger I had evermore been close to my cousin Cody. thence the day come when he hurt me like nobody else could. He shattered my humankind and threw the family into a crazy war. I made it through all of the hurtfulness and pain by fall head offset into my sunlight school teachings. Growing up in my crazy family I entangle step up of adjust a lot of the time. The scarcely if time I felt right was when I was with my cousin Cody. He was like my repeat brother, we were resembling age and had the same crazy ways of socialize ourselves. We would run virtually twist pranks on more of our family segments, hiding things and the, Oh so peculiar rubber band more or less the kitchen sink hose trick. permits face it, we were myopic shits.\nLast summer our family was in town from Yakima, Washington. My cousin Sara has Autism and she takes treat t o help control her behavior. The only people that new where her medicate was Codys mom and Kristie, Saras mom. Somehow some of Saras medicine disappeared. At first my aunt accused Cody and me of fetching it, but we denied the accusations. The family argued over who took it and in the end every wholeness left that shadow still huffy and upturned on who stole the medicine. I later had found out that Cody had told his grandma that I was the one who took the medicine because I precious to sell it. I couldnt believe that Cody had told her that. I didnt want to believe it. I was angry, confused, and hurt all at the same time and for a teenage girl that was a lot to handle. My aunt went around telling everyone that I was a drug dealer and a pill head. Not many people believed her but some did. My family looked at me in discussed as I pleaded and denied what she had said.\nBeing angry and confused, I started spending a lot of my time at the youth Methodist perform I attended. I fagg ed many Wednesday nights and Sunday mornings in that location teaching an...

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