My Brothers Story

My brother is 12 his name is Chad. He has a hard and long story, he’s been through so much and he is still a great kid today after all that has happened.

So in the begining My parents were devorced My mom RoseMary and My dad David. My mom got married to a really awesome guy who did everything for everyone, his name was Steve. Later on, my little brother Chad was born, he was a little devil, but he grew up to be a really awesome kid.

Later in life, I’m in 4th grade and Chad is around 4 or so. Steve had a tumor and had to get it removed, everything was back to normal, but then it grew back and he had to get surgery again. This time it didn’t go well, he had a hard time remembering. The family would go and visit him the hospital and Steve always remembered Chad, but never remembered us. Everytime we would leave the hospital Chad would be screaming and we’d have to wreastle with him to get to the car... After a few weeks Steve died... Its hard to explain someone never coming back...

Chad used to carry Steve’s fish pillow every where we went, that thing had so many holes in it and stuffing was refilled once a month. We moved to this new house and lived there for about 2 months and it would of been longer, but there was some bad wiring and the house caught on fire, burning almost everything including the fish. My brother soon lached on to the movie Jack Frost, he would watch the movie, and be excited for Christmas every year, hoping Steve would come back like Jack Frost, until he finally was able to grow past it and understand.

Life moved on, my brother dealt with my mom, even in her crazy state. We moved around all the time, at least once a year sometimes more. Its really taken a tole on my brother.. We finally moved to these apparentments where we met some neighbor kids, to find out one girl that we trusted malested my brother. Oh did I really want to beat her, I was so mad, she didn’t even get a punshment. She is still a little messed up in the head, with out realizing how much she messed my brother up and how much she hurt him...

Turns out my brother has Asstburgers and ADHD, that doesn’t help with his mental distability, specially after all the things he has gone through. Hes 12 now and has to take 2 pills 2 times a day or he will get out of control, with ununderstanding parents that don’t explain or try to listen to how he thinks about things, thats where I come in and end up being the middle man therapist.

On top of all that, he’s had a seizor, a little while ago and has had to go to the hospital, now depending on what he has he might have to take another pill to make sure he won’t have anymore attacks. He is a strong kid, I trust he can handle it, but in the end.. should have to...

My brother has been through so much in his life, its hard to watch him have to go through so much pain, even still, he managed to stay a great kid. He calls me his best friend, I love my brother so much, I’m so proud of him.

Refugees in Idaho

This night was an amazing night. Nathan, Rachael and myself were helping their grandpa out with taking some refugees to a christmas party. We didn't know what to expect, but it ended up being a blast. I learned a lot from these kids, its really excited me for leaving this country and going where God needs me. Watching theses kids and seeing how happy they are, it just makes me happy, I want to be able to make other children happy. Something happend while we were there. As the three of us were eating, Nathan said he was still hungry so I gave him the rest of my food, then we realized we were all still hungry. By saying this we thought about the kids in Africa and/or other countries, how they were probably thinking/saying the same thing, but for everyday they live.

On another note, each of us got to meet some new kids and become a good influence on them. Rachael met some kids from Thailand, which was amazing because now she is going to take them to church. Nathan I don't really know who he talked to that much, he did make this little girl happy, he tickled her, it was really cute. As for myself I met this really cool kid named Moses, he was really able to talked to me. Moses is 16 and told me he came from Congo and he was the only one in his division that was, most of the other Africans came from Somalia. Hes been around kids that don't have much imagination though he does think that Santa is a lot of fun, lots of kids that don't know him talk to him or make fun of him, but he just moves on and keeps a happy face.

These kids have come from far away and have lost a lot of family and love because of it. They've been told they are a number, because of this they lose their brothers, sisters, moms, dads, husbands, and wives. By doing so they lose the their love, becoming a little harsh and creating barriers and walls. It was nice to be able to give them some love back, I can't wait to do this in the future, its quite the amazing experience. In the end I really hope we were able to set God or a little something into their hearts.