If only I had listened to my parents. Yell!!! Scream!! Why??? NO ONE KNEW I WAS THERE!!!!
I was brought up in a home with two parents that loved me deeply. They watched out for me and told me of the people they liked me hanging out with and those they did not care for me to hang out with. (Of course, they were always right). The ones that were 'not so good' for me were the ones I was drawn to.
Moms, Dad, Parents, share my true story with your children. Help them to learn by my mistakes. Teach them to obey those in authority over them. Teenagers and young adults, read my story and learn from it. Don't make the mistakes I made. Obey those in authority over you.
I had a friend in my life at the age of eight that I trusted, if that is what an eight year old child would think of as friendship. She wanted to go on a so-called journey to her 'grandfather's' house. I didn't have a problem with this. All we had to do was go through the forest directly behind my house to get there. It wasn't a far walk, and we wouldn't be gone long so my mother wouldn't worry.
Needless to say, I went where I wasn't suppose to go. I found that the consequences of my actions had a far worse price than I wanted to pay.The man we went to see was NOT my friend's grandfather. He was a child molester, and I was about to be the next child he took advantage of. Yell??? Scream??? ---- Why???? NO ONE KNEW I WAS THERE!!! I was there, despite what I was told. If only I had listened to my parents. Now, I was faced with the consequences of my actions. Those were some harsh consequences to have to face at eight years old for not listening. You think I would have learned my lesson, but as a teenager, things in my life only seemed to get worse. I made my life worse by thinking it was okay, because I had excuses for the way that I was behaving. The only real stability I knew was from my Mom and Dad, who had been together for 20 years. Then they decided to get a divorce. How could this happen? Who was to blame? Who could I turn to? Surely not God. We had all gotten too busy to talk to Him. This day in my life was too much. Too much on me, too much on my Mom and Dad's marriage, and too much on encounter in their life.
I was making great money. I had always thought men were dogs, and those dogs were now paying my bills. Stupid men, married men!!! Men with degrees, men with more money than they knew what to do with. I didn't care how I was getting it. All I cared about was making it on my own. All I had to do is talk to them and give them a little attention, and they gave it to me like water. Yes, people said, 'You don't have any morals to work in a strip club.' But who needed morals? I had more money than they did, and I was only 21. TWENTY-ONE YEARS OLD, a drunk, a whore, a fighter, a women who thought it was okay to treat men like they were a piece of trash, because that is how most men treated women. I was just the revenge on men to most women because I didn't care about them or their feelings. I told them everything they wanted to hear. This went on for many years in my life until one day I woke up and said to myself 'When are you going to make things different?' 'When are you going to change the patterns in your life?' I couldn't go on living this way because by this time, I had two beautiful children. How could I keep destroying their lives? That's when I went to church, and everything changed. I went to a church I had once known as a teen. It was the church my 'first real boyfriend' took me to. Little to my surprise, he was still attending. So was his family, who had at one time opened their hearts and lives to me. Once again, I stepped into church and they all opened their arms to me and were glad to see me. Not only was it good to see that some things never change, it was good to know that someone still had some consistency in their life, after living in this crazy world we live in today. And of course, as always, the pastor was amazing. He seemed to never have a judging bone in his body. He always embraced me with such love and compassion. 'How did he do it?' I always asked myself. 'How could he just keep giving when it felt like there was nothing more to give?'
I found out how. I gave my life to the Lord, and it has been a wonderful, life changing experience. I no longer drink or smoke. I no longer long for men or bars in my life. I long for a deeper love and stronger love no man can ever offer. I long for Jesus Christ and in knowing where I stand with Him. I was able to put my promiscuous past behind me. I was able to put away the hurt of being molested. I was able to put away the fear that all men were dogs and out to hurt me. I was able to put it all under the blood of Jesus. Then God sent me someone I'm very thankful for. That someone is my husband and my best friend under God. The 'first real boyfriend' I had ever had came back. Not because he thought I was beautiful. He was scared to death of my past - my marriage, my children, EVERYTHING!! God let my husband overlook those things once I was new in Christ. The best thing God has ever done for anyone was to give His ONLY son for us to renew our lives. It is never too late! I'm still learning and still growing. I still have to listen to people remind me of my past, but I know God has forgotten it. Is it hard to hear? Yes, sometimes it is. But it's not as hard as it was to live it! I would rather hear it to tell it any day than relive it. God has delivered me. He continues to deliver me and continues to bless me. I couldn't be more thankful. I know God is not done with me yet. He has brought me a long way. I'm so thankful to Him for forgiving me for breaking His heart!!
I pray that you too would ask Him to forgive you for breaking His heart. All He has ever wanted for you and for me is the happiness. The only way you can get that is through Christ. That void will never be filled unless you give it to Him. I'm 28 years old now, and I've never been happier. Do I still endure trials? Of course I do. I'm human. But how I handle them is different. I don't fight with my fist anymore. I'm learning not to fight with my mouth either. God will fight my battles for me. Now, I have the BOOK OF LIFE as a guide and a pastor that helps me to deal with my questions and problems on a spiritual level, not a fleshly one. Trust me when I say the grass isn't always greener on the other side. The crowd you may be with today may not be the crowd there for you tomorrow.
Remember, Jesus Christ is always there not matter what!! No matter what time, no matter what the circumstance, He will be there.
IF ONLY I HAD LISTENED TO MY PARENTS
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Media outlets and personalities like O’Reilly made a paltry and delayed effort at understanding Corker’s position, choosing to portray the special assistant to the dean for social planning as some kind of omnibus party planner responsible for prying Harvard students from their books onto the dance floor, against their wishes. Moreover, the media’s long belated reporting of Corker’s appointment is sloppy journalism, reflecting just how eager media outlets are to perpetuate stereotypes of Harvard students that are utterly untrue in the name of filling space on a slow news day. The truth of the matter is that Corker fills the role of event consultant and coordinator. His job is to help students who have event plans make their visions come to fruition, not to teach Harvardians to do keg-stands.
The tangible benefits of Corker’s tenure at University Hall are already being felt. Students are able to party more freely because of his work with university administrators and with local governmental agencies. The Cambridge Licensing Commission recently agreed to extend party hours for Harvard students to 2:00 a.m., in large part thanks to Corker’s lobbying efforts on students’ behalf. Far from dragging studious nerds away from their textbooks and feeding them Jell-O shots, Corker’s work is both more mundane and more valuable than the newsmedia would have their audiences believe.
Contrary to popular belief, we Harvard students do know how to party. As the rising number of alcohol-induced visits to Harvard University Heath Services (UHS) attests, we know—perhaps too well—how to unwind in the most traditional sense. But Harvard also features unique opportunities for undergraduate fun-seekers. Weekly Undergraduate Council party grants for in-room events enhance Harvard’s social scene, grants which are unknown at the vast majority of American universities. Many universities do not even allow their students to throw parties in their rooms. And although Harvard may not boast rows of Natural Light-soaked fraternities and sororities, it does have the residential house system to provide students with social anchors.
Sorry to disappoint, Mr. O’Reilly.
The fact that the College’s administration is seeking, through Corker’s position, to facilitate students’ social activities does not constitute the sort of vastly-paternalistic approach towards partying that media coverage of Corker’s appointment seeks to convey. There is an important difference between facilitating students’ activities and teaching them to party in the first place. That difference, however, was also too nuanced to make it into the nightly news.
It sems that the hardest part about partying at Harvard isn’t finding support or space, it’s proving its existence in the first place.
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