Trying something new

Learning a new talent, trying something different  takes a lot of courage, discipline, and determeination. Yesterday, Saturday night, I wanted to skate, which was a new thing for me. At first it was intimadating until I saw people I know didn't know how to skate before, got on the skating ring and started skating. So I figured that this should be easy if they could do it until i put the skates on. I found it very diffucult to keep my balance and I wasn't even on the skating ring. Once I established how hard it was, I asked a friend of mines to hold my hand so I can get a firm balance once I got on the ring. So after a while of practicing, I finally mustered enough courage to skate officially. I started skating slowly, but kept losing my balance. Then, my friend and I held my hand for balance, we fell twice, or was it three times, I can't remember. So anyways, I started to get the hang off it, I thought myself how to skate by watching other people. Finally, I was able to skate by myself, but I didn't know how to turn smoothly. Overall, I had a fun night and a great time, I hope I get another chance to skate, because next time I am extremely confident that I will master the art of skating.  

I love Saturday nights!

This weekend was absolutely memorable. I had such a great time I went to the mall, restaurants, and the movies. All of this happened on Saturday night and my friend Alex drove the car. Alex, Jessy, and I decided not to stay on campus bored out of our minds, so we toke a trip to the Chattanooga mall. At the mall, we meet treated ourselves with some Chinese delicacies-orange chicken with fried rice. We got our monies worth. After that we socialized a bit we planned to go window shopping, exploring all the clothes that we wished we had or wished others didn't have. When we left the mall, we jetted straight to the dollar three movie theater. Here we meet a friend of ours, Jounice. Jounice was a  freshman like the rest of us, expect Alex, who was a transfer junior from Walla Walla University. Jounice traveled with a cousin of hers named Raven, a sophomore of CA. Jounice introduced her to us and we began to click, especially Raven and Jessy. After getting acquainted with one another we went to see Toy Story 3. I won't lie, it was a good movie, but Toy Story 1 was the best, in my opinion. We laughed, we socialized, and we had fun. It was a night to remember.

Alex & Dom

I love my little brothers more than life itself. There names are Alexander and Dominick.These littles guys are one of the reasons why I love to go to New York for the winter. After a heavy snowstorm, these guys would light up like a Christmas tree. They would dance around the house chanting "its snowing, its snowing". Then, after bothering mommy to take them outside, they would race into the snow, making snowmens, and ignite snow fights. When Christmas  comes around, its like watching a movie, observing these rip open  their presents with such haste and passion. They actually make peculiar sounds when doing this. Going to the city wih the boys is a time to remember. Their father love to take us out to the best restaurants in Manhattan, especially on Christmas time. Its a joy to watch the hungry little men devour all their food, as if they were lions devouring their prey. I love them so much, because they remind me so much of me as a little kid. I hope they both grew up to be decent young men.

God is good

God has ben good to me ever since I was in my diapers. I can count the many times I could have lost my life, but God was there to protect me and comfort me. My mom once told me that I could have died before I was born. When she was giving birth the umbilical cord was wrapped around my throat, suffocating me. It was only the grace of God that saved me. The doctors were able to get me out in time. Once I almost gotten hit by a car on my way home, it was only centimeters away from me, as I felt someone push me away from the car. At the beginning of the year, I was in an incident that resulted in me being in the hospital. I could have died that day, but the Lord intervened. I am so glad I serve a risen Savior who was always ready to rescue me from the harm's way.

Daddy, where are you?

Have you ever felt like you are missing something or someone that makes you complete? Well I have. I am one of those boys, who was raised by a loving, hardworking, single mother. Growing up without a father figure, especially in the environment I was raised in, toke a toll on me psychologically. I began to search for a sense of belonging from the wrong people, and in all the wrong places. At the age of fourteen, I joined a street gang known as the H. B.S (Hard body Soldiers). I saw these guys as icons, I adored them, and whenever I was ordered to do something, even if it was illicit, I would gladly oblige, because it made me feel like I was important. I needed  love, respect, and someone to look up to, and when I did get it I would act out. Looking back at my life, I regret most of the decisions that I had made. I'm glad I didn't end up like most of these guys now, who are either incarcerated, missing, drug addicts, or even dead. I believe God has a plan for my life, he protected me from constant danger that lingered the streets, I kept me from being a addicted to drugs, and most importantly he kept me alive. I now see God as my Father, a Father that was always there, but I was too blind to recognize him. I don't need to do anything thats against general moral standards. I have God and thats all I need.