There's always hope

I don't really know how that kind of stuff work. I mean, either you belong, or you don't..right? I belong in my family. Not because I have earned it nor because I paid them to like me. I was born in to it. What if your family couldn't take care of you, or you were given away to adoption. Then you are in the System, and there is only one way out. You grow up, and not even then are you totally out of it. Because they will always have your documents, your fingerprints, your past in their thick folders.

How you grow up? You survive. That's the only way. You get through abusive families and foster parents who treat you like a baby sitter, a maid, trash. You get through fights with you foster dad, your foster sisters and brothers. All over America there are children struggling to survive, to get something to eat, to sleep while parents fight on the other side of the wall. If you are lucky you live with your blood brother, or sister, and it might be easier to get through everything with someone who understand you. But what happens when your dad hit you both, and one of you want to change family. Wants to tell the caseworker that their dad drinks and hits them whenever he likes. And the other one doesn't, because what if the next family is worse?

Can you imagine being abused from the age of 4? Being locked inside a bathroom with a bucket full of ammonia and bleach - the smell makes you throw up, being sat on a hot stove to burn or being hit in the neck so hard that you couldn't breath. This was the everyday life of Dave Pelzer, he was abused by his mother throughout his childhood.

Sometimes I feel like my world is against me, but reading about others pain and courage to survive make you realize how lucky you really are. I don't know how or what makes them believe in better tomorrow, but they do - against all odds.

Peace. Ida.

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Just to post a few secrets that I just can't get out of my head.

Peace. Ida

Courage to be someone

For about two months ago we had a motivational speaker come to our school. He talked about his life, about facing obstacles every day, about being at the bottom, about feeling as if you are not worthy, not good enough, not anything at all. He tried to end his life when he was eight years old, because he could not see himself graduating, completing a Bachelor's degree in both Financial Planning and Accounting, traveling all over the world, speaking to all kinds of people, making a difference and inspiring others to never giving up.

He told us about the voices. The voices shouting at him; You are NOT good enough. You suck! You are never going to be able to have a normal life. You are never going to get married, to have children of your own. He told us about how he learned to ignore the voices, prove them wrong. How he found comfort in God as so many others, in himself. He came to our school and spoke to not only the ones who don't know how to make it through the next day, or the ones trying to be someone they are nor, but also the ones who feel lost in their world, the ones who can barely stand up for themselves. And he made a difference. He inspired them to keep going. He encouraged them, us, to never let go, always get back up. Because if you fail at getting up a hundred times, you don't give up, you keep trying and trying and trying until you are standing again.

"As far as your unanswered prayers, remember that God is Faithful. What are we to do when we are seeking but not finding? Jeremiah 29:12 states, "Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you," declares the Lord."

We all need something to believe in. If it is God, Jesus, a future, your own strength or maybe just that you are going to make it through the next day. We all want something, need something to trust upon, to stand on, to help us in our time of need.

Back to our guest at the Assembly two months ago, I believes that he saved lives that day, that the memory of him are still with all of us who saw and met him that day. I mean, how do you forget an Austrian guy called Nick Vujicic, borned without limbs. That's right. He didn't have any arms nor legs.

I'm posting a link to his webpage. Enjoy.

http://www.lifewithoutlimbs.org/

Peace. Ida

Judging is out

I think it's odd how we assume so much. How we act as we know everything about something. Like we have been there and done all of it when we in reality only have been living half of our lives, not even.

But I guess it's a way of acceptance, at least that's what we imagine. Knowing, we seem confident and being confident means that you are secure and comfortable and all that.

Maybe that's why we judge, to pretend that we know something even though we don't have any idea at all. Pretending to know. But then, when we get caught and our scam is out, people don't trust us that much anymore. the liability is weakened...and so is your pride.

I guess we learn of our mistakes and facing the consequenses..but you don't tell someone that you judged them before you got to know them do you? I know I don't..mainly because I regret doing it and because the person turns out to be way better than I thought. I don't know why I d it though. It's not like I decide to judge, I just do it. Hey, but I'm blaming that I'm a girl. What's your excuse?

Peace Out. Ida

Valget i U.S.A.

Let's Vote and Become A Part of History!!!

Saa er endelig dagen kommet da folkens..dagen alle i hele verden har ventet paa virker det som. Men for aa vaere helt aerlig virket det storre da jeg var i Norge:P Kanskje blaaser vi det opp litt eller saa bare faar man ikke helt inntrykk av hele Valget, med stor v, naar man er midt oppi det.

I dag hadde vi det som kalles "kids vote" der alle paa skolen stemte. Barack Obama vant med 20 stemmer..saa det sier kanskje litt..men men vi faar se da. Her er det naa bare timer igjen til alle stemmene er talt opp og vi faar vite hvem som blir Amerika's nye president saa det er ganske saa spennende.

Paa campen i Boston, i slutten av juli, som foressten virker saa utrolig lenge siden, ba de oss om aa ikke haa en stemme. Jeg vet ikke helt hvorfor, men saann er naa reglene saa kan ikke si hva jeg stemte, beklager:P

Etter en del kommentarer og oppfordringer om aa beskrive min kjaere, lille, kjedelige, halv-spennende hverdag kommer altsaa beskrivelsen her:P

Alarmen min er satt til aa ringe klokken 06.15 am, meeen siden jeg er saa utrolig trott om morgenen doser jeg vanligvis av og setter den paa snooze( som er naar du pauser alarmen vanligvis i fem minutter for den begynner igjen) saann ca fem ganger for jeg drar kroppen ut av senga.
Bussen min kommer en gang mellom 07.25 og 07.40, vet aldri om den kommer tidsnok saa maa vaere der senest 07.25...Det tar ca fire minutter aa gaa hjemmeifra..saa dere kan sikkert regne ut det selv:P
Skolen min er delt I tre bygninger, bygning A, B og C..pluss en bygning med cafeteria og gymsaler(som I FLERTALL) har en god del av dem:P OG et dansestudio. Midt i mellom disse bygingene er det..vel ikke akkurat en park, men et gresskledd omraade med traer og saant saa det er jo koselig..tar vel fire min aa gaa fra en bygning til en annen..saa det er ikke saa veldig goy, MEN vi da har vi en grunn, en undskyldning, aa bruke naar vi er for sent til timen naar vi egentlig har staatt aa pratet med venner litt for lenge.

Her er timeplanen min:
08.15-09.10 Basic Art
09.15-10.10 Algebra 1(som vil si alt det jeg hadde i fjor..men det gjor meg ingenting akkurat)
10.15-11.20 Spansk 1
11.25-12.20 Dans (jeg vet..min kropp var ikke laget for dans..men jeg prover..prov aa ikke forestille dere det…*kremt*)
12.20-1.00 LUNSJ!!
1.05-1.56 Sophmore Engelsk (som vil si tiende klasse engelsk..kremt..som igjen vil si en enkel A..)
2.00-2.56 Yearbook (meeen jeg endret denne klassen saa naa er jeg biblotikarens T.A. som vi si teacher’s assistant) = studyhall..for det meste.

Saa naar skoledagen min er over har jeg naa av fra mandag av fotball trening hver dag:D som jeg foressten elsker..:D som noen av dere vet lop jeg XC(cross country, som er loping rett og slett) saa jeg er i god nok form til aa ikke bli sliten etter trening.
Sulten derimot blir jeg saa naar bussen kommer og henter oss som har vaert paa basketball trening, football eller bryting(oh yeah..wrestling..delte meninger om akkurat den “sporten” her..) mellom 5.30-6.00pm..ja, bussjaaforen vaar er heller ikke veldig presis..og dropper meg av like ved “hjemme” mellom, here we go again, 5.40 pm- 6.11 pm..loper jeg nesten hjem og hiver i meg mat for jeg tar en kjapp dusj og setter meg ned for aa gjore lekser…og stuper I seng like etter..

Legger til en sinnsykt tight video for alle dere some r intressert i Amerika’s president valg.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iiJbs-JS3XQ <----sjekk den ut!!! Peace. Hope. Vote. Make a Change.

Motivation

Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the fastest lion or it will die.
Every morning a lion wakes up. It knows it must be faster than the slowest gazelle or it will starve to death.
It doesn’t matter if you are a lion or a gazelle. When the sun comes up, you better be moving.

Peace.