Pray for Paris

We all know about the tragedy in Paris. . .
This world is falling apart, being torn from limb and limb by corruption. . .
Sometimes, It feels like there is nothing we can do to help these victimized people. . .
But there is. . .

We may not be able to stop ISIS with our own hands but, we are able to help the victims of their wrath. We may not be able to stop the men and women who are causing this chaos but, we can mop up after them. We may not be able to turn this entire world around but, just maybe, we can try to shed a little light on the grim hearts of the survivors in Paris.

. . . There is a way. . .

~Pray for Paris

A Story for the Troubled

So I got this crazy story for you all. I just thought it would be a good one to share about.

This is how it goes:

So I had to go to this class today, right? because that was what students are supposed to do. So, as a law-abiding child, I went to this class. I was super bummed out because I thought it was going to be boring but, I really had NO IDEA what I was going to be walking into. I sat down next to my friend... let's just say his name is Chuck, cause, you know, Chuck is a cool name. ANYWAY! Chuck and I turned on our computers and logged in like we had done every other time that we have gone to this computer lab.

But this time was different. . .

The teacher got up in the front of the room and stated loud and clear "Turn off your computers. You will not need them today." And at that very moment I knew that something was going to go wrong. Well I looked up at the bored and in electronic letters were the words MENTALLY ILL IN THE SCHOOLS or something along those lines. I got a pit in my stomach and I swear that all the color washed from my face.

This was my life.
Everything that I had lived through in the past years of my life.
Everything I was still fighting against in my self and in my friends too.
It was then that I realized that I had not changed; I am still the same person I was just two weeks ago.

I sat through the presentation in silence. My friend... Chuck held my hand cause it made me feel a bit better but, I still had the gnawing pain deep down inside of me. When they asked what symptoms of certain illnesses were I would have been able to answer all of them but I stayed silent. When someone asked to take a poll of people who have had Psychological problems, I stayed silent. And maybe that wasn't right, it certainly wasn't looking back on it now. Even though it wasn't right, now I know that I still have a hill to climb.

But this time is different. . .

You see, even though I have a long road ahead. I know the tricks and I know when the ups are and when the downs are going to make me fall flat on my fame. And because of the experience I now have, I will be able to help others on their tough road.

All of us have peaks and valleys.
Some of us more than others.
But the ones that persevere through it all
. . . will gain it all. . .