I have a friend that is 17 years old. She had it really rough growing up. Her father and mother (mostly her father though) were alcoholics and drugatics. They didn’t have alot of money either and only survived from the help of their family, but at one point it got to where they were living in this crappy trailer w/ no electricity, heat, running water….or anything and she had to use the bathroom outside on cement blocks and cook what little food they had on a kerosine heater. Now, she is very close to everyone in her family (grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins..) because at one point she has lived with them all. When she was 12 her grandmother died, 6 months later her uncle died, 6 months after that her dad died, then 8 months after that her papaw died and two dogs that she had grown up around. Now, these people she says were great, and caring people…even her alcoholic father. She says her father was so talented (played guitar, wrote music and poetry, drawed, painted..) and was a hard worker, if it wasn’t for all the drugs. But the last year of his life her and her mom and rest of the family just had to get away from him. They figured if nothing else had worked so far, maybe letting him make it on his own will. And guess what, it did. He was homeless at first and lived an hour away from everybody…but I reckon he got saved and started going to school to be a physciatrist. The Christmas before he died she got to see him one last time. Then, he died on February 9th.
Ok, here’s what I’m getting at. We were in U.S. history class and our teacher was talking about WWI and about closure (families being able to burry their loved ones). Later on she told me that that might have been closure for people back then, but it isn’t for people today. She said she dreams about what it would be like if her dad had been a witness to some murder or something and had to go into hiding but was able to come back someday when they had caught everybody…sense you see alot of things like that on tv. Then she said she dreams about what it would be like if God would just turn back time for her, sense he has the power to do anything she prays for that every night. She says she thinks about this alot. It’s been 3 years sense her dad died…how can I help her?
Yoda Green….don’t be a jerk
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This friend admitted he wanted to try stuff like that, but hasn’t. I offered to help dig up some his yard for a garden, but he was not interested. I feel bad for him.