Stone and Ice

I've broken bones, I've seen people die before, and I know how it feels to be hurt. I also know how it feels to have the tender part of you, your heart, break. Mine has several times, each one more painful than the one before it. But you know what, everytime it happens, the wound heals stronger than the original. Sadly, before 2011, the healed parts were made of ice and stone.... sure they were strong, but they were also extremely fragile.
Somthing, anything, would hurt me, and when it did... a hard shield formed around my heart, allowing nothing to pass through. I began to hurt those I loved in attempt to protect myself..... The breaks got worse and worse. For a short time I lost my sister... throwing spiteful remarks at her whenever she was near...The new friends I accumulated revolved around gossip and rumers... I felt like my dad was losing faith in me as I made the steep decline of emotional health.............................................................................................................................................................Then I found Faith. She helped me see what others could not. She restored and repaired my heart. I can stand up tall now without an ice cane that was just waiting to buckle underneith me. She led me to the Lord, my savior and my guide.

I am now almost out of recovery; I can walk with hardly a limp at all. My voice is full of strength, and I'm free.

Snow days

The snow is falling harder than ever.. and we just helped a car out of a major drift. This storm shouldnt be funny, but I cant help but to laugh everytime my pint sized dog attempts to make a trek acrossed my yard. He is well passed the age of puupyhood, but he is still less than a foot tall.

Whiteout conditions as well as the rapid snowfall make driving impossible, so instead of going going to school today, I am trapped at home. Not too bad.

Im heading back outside so ciao for now
~Becca

A soldier's sister... pride never ends

There is nothing like the feeling when you see the smiling face of your sister and feel the warm grasp of her hug after shes been gone for over a year. The night she came back in 2009, my whole fanily made the trip down to the hanger her plane was headed too. We waited 10 hours... then we saw her. Beaming as usual, she ran tward us with a determination that I have yet to see again.

Two months later, she was debriefed and ready to fully come home. Everyone pitched in to creat a surprise party for her. We even rented a stretch hummer to go get her. When we got down there though, we found that she had a surprise of her own. she had buaghten a car and was planning on driving it. Intead she rode with us..

On our way to the party... we met up with the patriot guard, which was led by my uncle. They rode in front of us on flag bearing moterbikes. When we were about 2 miles from our town... one of the bikes had an accident. The first one on the site was my sister. She treated both of the riders and one of them ended up riding in the hummer with us.

I have never seen my dad cry.... but he did when my sister started walking up the path to our house.

it has been over a year since then, but the pride and love I feel for my sister will never cease to exist.

What an amazing blizzard out there....

Right now im sitting at my desk, cozy as a bug in a rug.... but some people arent... Theyre stranded somewhere out in the blizzard that is rocking the whole midwestern portion of America. I watched as a snow mobile fell into a ditch right outside my house, and I was in the prosess of strapping on my boots when the rider's comrad successfully helped him push it out of the drifts that seamed to swallow it whole.

We arent even in the bad part of the storm yet... the worst is yet to come. This moring was as quiet as a deer.... hardly what you'd expect when the radio is blaring out frantic blizzard warnings. Yet, the air was all wrong.... Not a bird answered the lonely breeze's cry. Not a squirrel chattered about how many wallnuts it had left in it's tree.... there was just utter silence. Just like the silence that is consuming my house right now, while it waits for the full effects of this snow appocolypes. waiting...waiting....waiting....

My only hopes for tonight is that Ill be able to sleep and wake up to howling wind... knowing that everyone in my family is safe. God bless them. And God bless everyone who is unfortunate enough to be trapped on the roads tonight.