The beginning of a redemption story.

This is the beginning of a story that I started writing. Let me know what you think! 

I cried. Actually, I sobbed in front of this total stranger who didn’t even know my full name. 

“Pregnant?” The cracked sound of my voice proved my emotion.

“Yes, six weeks.” The nurse didn’t even make eye contact with me. Her voice, flat and dull, said “You stupid girl. Stop being so irresponsible.” I’d heard it all before. Don’t do this, don’t do that. If only the people who told me actually cared. 

“What--what do I do now?” The whisper was barely audible and wasn’t met for anyone to answer, but of course Judgmental Nurse just loved to take this opportunity to rant on and on about teens sleeping together, getting pregnant, the family never lasting, the next generation failing, and how the world is going to die because of my generation...

I don’t think it’s been a good day for either of us. 

I pick up my light jacket and rush out of the free clinic. I don’t even know where I am going because the water in my eyes is blurring my vision. I know I don’t have much time to get to my car before I have an emotional breakdown. I break out of the confinement of the clinic and sprint to my lime green hippie van. There, I know I can calm myself and drive home to where my father will be passed out on the couch from his latest hang over. I reach my van and climb in the front seat just in time. I let the hot tears fall and remember the girl my dad brought home last night. Hopefully she doesn’t try to steal anything. I instinctively reach and finger my mother’s wedding ring that was about stolen last week. I caught my father’s lady friend eyeing it. I wanted to scream at her to stay away. The only token I have left of my mother hangs around my neck on a chain, and I’m not willing to let a single soul take it away from me.

I started my car, pushing my raw emotion behind me and trying not to think about it. After all, nothing is that different yet. I just have to last long enough until my father finds out and hopefully remembers so I don’t have to explain and be punished more than once. 

penpals - starting my own basket

One of the two main reasons I started a blog was because I really wanted to connect with people across the world. The world has become an international place now, as apposed to a state. I've seen people on their turf, watched them speak their language, and indulged in their culture. I can't wait to do this again, but for now I would L-O-V-E to write people across the good, ol' USA and world wide. If you, or anyone you know would like to penpal with mwah then let me know! There's this thing that I'm kind of jealous about in my bff, Katie's room. She has a basket (that I wish I conveniently had a picture of right now) that she has all of her letters she's received from people all around the world. I am so. jealous. I'm waiting to start my own basket, and when I do I'll give you a better picture than the lovely google images one I found :) 

Overcome

on the other side of the world,

there are kids.

kids who want to be loved.

who at one point,

were never loved. 

their mother hung herself.

they were thrown out of a car by their parents and run over.

their parents were drunk.

their Mom was stabbed by their Grandma.

they don’t know who their parents are.

no one wants them. 

their Dad died from a heart attack.

stories. 

reasons not to hope. 

hurt and pain.

unloved. 

orphan. 

on the other side of the world,

there are caregivers, 

parents,

people who want to love. 

who at one point,

could barely see the light of the other side.

they lost a daughter-someone they loved. 

they were hurt.

in prison.

drugs.

violence. 

drinking. 

REDEMPTION. 

on the other side of the world, 

there are stories to be told. 

kids who believe in hope, 

something bigger than hurt. 

these kids are loved. 

they have stories of redemption. 

not stories of hurt, pain, and being unloved. 

they have overcome. 

He has overcome. 

what i was like as a kid

I've decided to show you the things from wee little Ali. I was a creative kid (or so I've been told) and I just happened to keep a lot of my creations and things I loved all of this time. So, in honor of deep cleaning my room and closet, here are some pictures (with captions of course!) of my childhood. 

Figured I should start it all off with a picture of little kid Ali (and my brother). Weren't we so cute? :)

These were one of my favorite toys. I have a bajillion of them.  It was like playing dollhouse except with dogs. I guess we could call it a doghouse! Score. Also, I am keeping them stored away because I know that there will be some little one at my house eventually who will LOVE these things as much as I did.

Self explanatory. I was a great artist.

My parents anniversary card in the making. I think I was about 10 when I wrote this. Notice the intricate spelling.

I collected bouncy balls. I had 100+ of these silly little things. I wish I could be there when Goodwill opens the bag with all of these in it.

Look deeply at this one. There's four layers of beads in that picture. I was WAY into jewelry. Sorry for the picture. When I took it, I thought it looked better then it did. All of these shall be going to Goodwill or to Katie's younger sisters if they would like them.

That's it you guys! Hope you enjoyed this post. Let me know if you do one as well, cuz' I'd  love to read it :)

have a great week! 

~Believer in PRTC 



i thought it would be a good time to blog

This might be a kind of funny thing to think about. But, maybe it's just me attempting to see the humor is something that is ridiculously scary. Some sirens are going off. So I'm in the basement with my Mom, dog, (whose very freaked out right now. He likes security.) and cat (whose is stalking my dog and waiting to attack). My goofy boy is out on the porch. Not to sure why yet.
So here's a bit of what we've got going on.

Scary, isn't it? 

Your guys' lovely prayers would be most encouraging as we take on this voyage. Thanks! Let me know how you guys are all doing with all of these storms! Thinking of you all.

Love,

PRTC

the picture blog post

 I thought I would share exactly what I have been so busy with in pictures. Good idea, right? 

I really love this picture. Which is kind of weird, I guess, because after all it is me. Though, I do think that it's rather poetic and simplistic.

So that is me, on my new Mac that I adore.  I got it for my birthday this year. When my Dad brought it in I about started crying. It was a rather funny thing. 

Oh, photo books. 

This is my Mom's present from Mom's day/her birthday. It took my quite a while to gather all the photos and arrange them like I wanted, but this gift came out really well. I have yet to order it and actually get the book here, but I will be doing that soon. 

These are fabulous. 

These shoes are GREAT. Converse knows how to make some great flip flops. Now, don't judge, I know they look a little strange, but I really really love them. They're super comfy and fun. I enjoy watching people stare at me as I walk down the halls. 

I'm addicted. 

This game and I have become close friends. I've spent way to much time just messing around with it. It's such a silly thing, I think, to be spending that much time on one game. So I'm about to delete it, or at least limit myself with my play time. Responsible, right? 

That pretty much it other then church and school. Hope you guys are doing well! Stay safe from all those tornadoes! 

Love, PRTC