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What is your story?  I’ve been thinking a lot about stories, our stories and how they shape us, how your stories shape me and vise versa.  My story. I’m still writing it. However, recently I feel like it’s been kind of lame. I got into a car accident, I’m not dating anyone, I don’t love my classes, work is difficult and my sister almost lost her eye last week. So yeah. It hasn’t been the most wonderful chapter. However, it’s got me interested in everyone else’s stories.  I’ve met a lot of people who are going through some of the hardest times of their life; breakups, divorce, death, disease.  Hearing there stories, I get angry with myself that I’m upset over a broken car and they are losing some of the most important relationships in their lives. I don’t want to discredit my struggles. Just because things aren’t as bad, doesn’t mean they aren’t bad. I feel like every time I face a new struggle it somehow seems more unbearable than before. I get conf...

Everyday, I wake up and it’s like the devil says, “give up.” And everyday I say, “no.” I’m starting to think he’s getting really angry, because everyday it feels like it gets worse and worse. I’ll get a bad grade on a test, or my friend and I will fight, sometimes he’ll even let things get a little better just so he can rip off the band aid and make it seem even more unbearable when things go wrong. Today, I got into a car accident. It was my first one in 3 and a half years of driving. My entire bumper came off, the airbag deployed, I got a ticket and it was a hit and run. My heart hurt, literally, that airbag came so fast. But, more importantly, I felt angry that God could tell me he would bless me just to let something like this happen. I really wanted to give up. Satan was screaming in my ear, but I still said no. The events of this semester have left me feeling really lonely. However, today I was left with something different. When the devil said “no one car...

Where are you from? It’s probably my most and least favorite question I’ve gotten in coming to college. It’s my most favorite because, I love sharing my stories as I’ve traveled. However, it’s my least favorite because, it’s a long story and no one is ever really prepared for it. Florida is my home, but I go to College in Texas. However, I consider Colorado my hometown. Although, my childhood home is in Illinois. And before all that, I wasn’t even born in the country. I am from South Africa, Johannesburg. I lived there for 3 years before we moved to Illinois. We lived there for 5 years, until we would go on to Colorado for the next 11. And, we recently moved to Florida where we’ve been for just 1. Here are some answers to FAQs: No, we are not missionaries. No, I’m not an illegal immigrant. No, I’m not afraid of being deported. No, I am not a citizen. Actually, I have dual citizenship in Italy and South Africa. No, I do not smoke weed. No, we are not a mil...