Chapter 4- the abyss and then the light
For a long time, I stopped going to church. I would go to random churches here and there, one for a few times, one for a while, but none of them seemed to stick. I seemed to frequently fall away form God.
I went through 4th grade and had some trouble there. I didn't like my teacher sometimes, but my grades were still good. I cannot remember where or even if I was going to church at that point, but I do know that year had its ups and downs. Then there was 5th grade, that was great. My teacher was great. Really nice, really funny, in fact, I still talk to him sometimes, although now he's retired. The classroom was so cool. Our own bins to put stuff in, a class store to buy stuff with our earned "chuck bucks", the loft. Oh, I miss elementary school.
Then, from there, I went to an elementary that has a 6th grade in it. After that I was supposed to go to a certain Junior High school and a certain High school, but they redistricted. So, some kids went one way, and some kids went the other. That was also one of those times where I was saying, 'why did this have to happen?' but now I know why.
So, I started 7th grade at that school that I had never expected to go to. And now, I see why God had "let it happen." I met a girl there. She was physically disabled. Well, she gets around so good, it's like nothing is wrong. Now, the thing with this is, I used to make fun of people with disabilities. I had met this girl through a friend, so I sat with them everyday. At first I stared, but then we became friends. The next thing I knew, I was going to her church…
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For a long time, I stopped going to church. I would go to random churches here and there, one for a few times, one for a while, but none of them seemed to stick. I seemed to frequently fall away form God.
I went through 4th grade and had some trouble there. I didn't like my teacher sometimes, but my grades were still good. I cannot remember where or even if I was going to church at that point, but I do know that year had its ups and downs. Then there was 5th grade, that was great. My teacher was great. Really nice, really funny, in fact, I still talk to him sometimes, although now he's retired. The classroom was so cool. Our own bins to put stuff in, a class store to buy stuff with our earned "chuck bucks", the loft. Oh, I miss elementary school.
Then, from there, I went to an elementary that has a 6th grade in it. After that I was supposed to go to a certain Junior High school and a certain High school, but they redistricted. So, some kids went one way, and some kids went the other. That was also one of those times where I was saying, 'why did this have to happen?' but now I know why.
So, I started 7th grade at that school that I had never expected to go to. And now, I see why God had "let it happen." I met a girl there. She was physically disabled. Well, she gets around so good, it's like nothing is wrong. Now, the thing with this is, I used to make fun of people with disabilities. I had met this girl through a friend, so I sat with them everyday. At first I stared, but then we became friends. The next thing I knew, I was going to her church…
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