No you don’t, you don’t listen.
That’s just it you don’t listen. No mater how many times I tell this. And no matter how many times you say you know. Your not listening because you don’t know and sometimes I don’t think you care either.
Because I only tell you over and over because I love you and you love me, so what is there?
The mind is a terible thing to lose but unfortunatly for most of us it’s already gone.
In high school you have so many things coming as you from all directions boys, friends, school work, conduct, and in the midst of all that trying to find out who you are. It tends to catch up with you at point or another.
With all of these things going on you think that you have made up your mind “Yes, I like him.” of maybe, “No, I don’t want to be her friend.” But then one planet shifts in the universe of your life and it all changes the way you feel about everything, and suddenly you have so much more to figure out, to much.
Do you ever have those moments when you stop for a second and think about everything that is
happening in your life at this very moment and just want to cry? It feels like you’re going at
a million miles per hour. But when you finally stop, you can’t handle it. You think about what
is going on, and how one thing happens after another, that happened after the other. And you
can’t take it anymore. But you have to. You have to put on your pretty face and smile. Because if
you don’t the alternative would be worse. So you move on and keep going, because that’s what you
are supposed to do. But you don’t want to. You don’t want to move on. You want to sit in the
corner and cry. But if you do that then it means that you give up and it’s over. Which would
hurt even more. So you push yourself. You push yourself till you can’t take it anymore.
Over the weekend I heard that an Oceanside teen had been killed in an car crash near my house. I wasn’t very upset because I knew that he was speeding. Then I read this artical.
There’s a story behind every headline. Our daughter Gracie’s friend Michael Victor Pyper died Friday night, 2 days before his 18th birthday. His friends called him Pyper. We might not think a 17 year old has much of a legacy to leave, but I’d like to share a few memories about Pyper.
Pyper’s friend Omar invited him to Ch
urch where he met Jesus.
He was a believer and was growing in his faith. He looked tough on the outside, you might even cross the street if you saw him coming toward you, but he was a born encourager and was full of joy. His friends often got text messages from him before they woke that read,”I love you; hope you have a great day.” On Wednesday mornings he’d text Omar and say, “It’s Church Day! We get to go to Church tonight!”Pyper was growing up in a catholic home, and his father didn’t always let him go to church. He called Omar very disappointed to say he wasn’t going to be there one Wednesday night and Omar told him,“Don’t worry about it you can do what we’re doing at home. Just read your Bible.” Omar got a text in the middle of the night from Pyper that read, ”I think I’m almost half way through but I’m getting stuck on all these stories about these old guys killing each other.” Pyper was literally trying to read the entire Bible. Pyper often sent text messages to friends containing scripture references, so much so, that occasionally a friend had to text back, “Pyper, just use your words, I can’t keep stopping to look these verses up!”
Gracie and Pyper had a lot of fun lifeguarding at the Wave Water Park together. He loved to tell stories, loved to make people laugh and according to all who knew him, he was always smiling. He also had a serious side and had some good conversations with Gracie about faith and values and how he wanted to live. He told her he respected the way he saw her make decisions that he thought it was great that she told people she would only date Christians and that she was open to others about being a Christian. He told her he wanted to be more like that and hoped he would grow to be a Godly man. He said he was going to get a tattoo when he turned 18. Taken from Romans 12:2, his tattoo would read, “Do not conform.” He was thinking about having it written across his chest backward so he’d read it every morning when he looked in the mirror. He said he wanted a daily reminder.
Pyper had plans. He intended to grow. His friends often heard him say he was living to turn 18 so he could start his life. He was going to make some changes and he thought he had time. We all think we have time. Pyper’s enthusiasm for growth, his hunger for the Word, his contagious joy, and his words of encouragement inspire and challenge me. I can’t remember the last time I woke up thinking, “Today’s a church day, and I get to go to Church today!” Can you? Not bad for a 17 year old.
Gracie and Pyper were going to take a Ballroom Dance class together next semester. Gracie wants you to save a dance for her Pyper! She knows she’ll see you again.
Pyper’s 18th birthday was Sunday, 9/27/09.
Everyone always thinks that there will always be another day. I hope that everyone that reads this that it will be a reminder to live your life to the fullest and never assume that you can “do it another day” or “leave it they will forgive you” God controls this and you never know what could happen tomorrow.
some facebook truths that i found.
be the kind of women that when your feet hit the floor in the morning the devil says “oh crap! she’s up!”
if drama was vodka the whole school would be wasted
love sucks big time
i do many things well, none of which generate income
some people hide because they want someone to care enough to come looking for them
my smiles can be deciving you never really know what it is that i am thinking
why well because God’s cool like that
friends ask why your crying, best friends already have the shovel out ready to burry the loser that made you cry
theater is the kind of drama that you want to be in
this is the first draft of my book. read it tell me what you think.
SPY BOOK Miranda Hopkins
INTRODUCTION
When I think back to when life was simple I think of my friends and family, falling in love. That was the most important thing. I never thought that I would be holding somebody at gun-point, but didn’t think somebody would be trying to kill me either.
CHAPTER 1
As I lay here on my bed I thought about what I had just experienced. I had always known that my Dad had worked for the government and I knew that I was serious, but what I didn’t know was that they wanted me to work for them too.
Earlier that day I had a student ambassador meeting with a few of the founders of my school. It was a big deal to be able to give a tour like this, so I was left to wonder why would they pick me I was only a freshman. Of course things made a lot more sense when they put me in car and took me to headquarters they finally told me what was going on.
My dad had never really stopped being an agent. He was just inactive for awhile. That was a shock, to hear that my dad really was government agent.
They told me everything, that they wanted me to become an agent. And so what would any fifteen year old girl starved for action in her life do?
So now what? My life just got a whole lot more exciting. I looked at the clock five that means a car will arrive soon and will take me to the airport where I will bored a flight to Washington D. C. and be introduced to my new life.
They told me that they wanted me to be an undercover agent. They want me to work with my handler his name is Matthew. He will be the one picking me up form the airport. I have gone through training since that day things have been normal or as normal as tings can b when you work for the NSA. Dad had one thing right… life is a lot more interesting.
Honk, honk.
That’s them. I walked down to the door turned around and locked it. I knew that my family would be protected by the full security system the NSA put in my house. I looked over and saw that there was a black BMW it was a dark car the kind of car that you needed when you were changing identities.
I had partners besides Matt. There where others Josh, was one of my best friends. In previous missions he was always the one to play my posed boyfriend. He was in the car today I guess he was also assigned to this mission. Edward was anther partner of mine; he was my best friend who was also in the car.
All men I thought to myself. I remembered how much of a shock that was when I first began my life as an agent. It took awhile for that to really sink in that I would have change in front of them, share rooms with them, and live with them for a good part of all of my missions. I climbed into the backseat of the car.
“Hey” said Josh. And he kissed me on the cheek. Weather or not he truly had feelings for me, I had feelings for him. But nothing could happen between us we were like family. The closest we could dome was our cover relationships. But he is really cute.
“Hi” I said. “So we’re headed to Headquarters right?”
“Yup” Edward said.
“Well I’m excited, this mission must be something really big. Because none of us have ever been there before right?”
“Right” said Josh, Edward and Matt.
I looked out the window and saw that we were stopping at the mall. Since we often had to change outfits and sometimes even discises, I ended up shopping with the guys to tell them what looks good on them.
We all were changed and ready to go so we walked down to the parking structure. And just as we were walking out the main doors Josh slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I put my head on his chest and smiled at him. Perfect.
We got in the car and he sat next to me, his arm remaining around my waist the whole time. And we began the drive to the airport. When we got there we boarded our flight with ease and the flight attendant gave me a pillow. I really did feel tired and the fact that I was sitting next to Josh was just convenient. So I laid my head on his shoulder and fell asleep.
CHAPTER 2
We arrived in Washington around noon and got straight into a car that took us all to headquarters. I had never been inside it’s walls before. The closest I had ever come was a far distance, over by the highway. I suddenly felt nervous. What if they didn’t want me anymore what if they just wanted me to be back up for the rest of them? After all I am only a kid.
We all walked in together. Inside it looked like cauentine. Everything was a white. I felt even more scared. We followed Matt into a conference room and sat down, that’s when he spoke.
“Alright, don’t be nervous. They just want to see that I have been doing my job and assess you to see if you’ re ready for a real mission. Okay? Sit down. And act like you’ve done this before.”
Then he sat down and there was complete silence. You could feel the tension in the room. And then the door opened and a women dressed in all black walked in and stood at the head of table.
She examined each of us with her appraising eyes. And then she spoke, “Your ready, I can tell by the look of every signal one of you. You aren’t the same people you were before we found you.” Then she looked at Matt and said, “Well done.”
Josh gripped my hand reassuringly. And we all gave a sigh of relief. “So.” she said. “This means that we should introduce you to your new target. We will be sending you to a boarding school in Europe.”
Josh squeezed my hand he knew that it had always been my dream to go to Europe and study there.
“Your focus must be entirely on your mission. There is no proof yet, but we found evidence of the director disappearing oddly. All we want you to do is go in and watch over things.”
“You see, to completely understand, you need to understand history.”
“During the Cold War our agency began as an attempt to counter the other agencies that were at large in Russia. They became powerful, and so we put a few agents in and discovered the organization was bigger than we thought.”
“They had a whole network of people. And so we increased our personnel. It became a full on war. And so when the war ended there were still some strong feelings. Those feelings were, no dought passed on from generation to generation.”
She sighed.
“We believe that there is a possibility that someone might want to begin that tradition once again. Only this time they will know what they are up ageist.”
“So pack your bags kids, you’ re going to London.”
And then she walked out with the confidence I only hoped that I could have one day.
today i read S’s blog and realized that i too had just taken a road trip to redemption. this past week has been amazing. i went out to sea for a week. no contact with the outside world what-so-ever.
coming up to this week i didn’t think that i would be able to do it.
they say that sea air can cure anything. that holds true for a broken heart to. it’s was shattered. and now it still hurts. but it can hold it’s self together now. i feel that i can handle life now.
and this is a miricle for me i can handle myself now and that is a big deal.
i made a anklet on this trip. the story goes that when a young child came on to the boat to “learn the ropes” they would make them a bracelet. when the bracelet fell off they were ready to be a sailor.
this bracelet means something different to me. it means that i came into this trip not knowing what was going to happen. now i would go back in a heartbeat. i love that boat. she has a way of speaking to you.
now i know that i can handle it. that giving it to God will make you realax. when you do give it to God, forget about it! and that the sea air does truly cure everything.
