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Reflection 19: The whole idea.

I think for the past two years a lot of my classmates have been stressed out about CAS and I think in some ways I have been stressed too. We have to be creative, take action, and do our own service and sometimes between exams and sat prep and school it is pretty hard to do. But through the past two year the biggest thing I've done is create the Stand Up to Cancer Club. And although none of the ideas we had from last year happened we did manage to have success. I created the club by myself with the help of a few of my friends, check off creativity. We then did one fundraiser a year and sold pins to raise money and put in our account. (Beard-a-thon) And we decided that we wanted to donate it to a local hospitals cancer center. We found that Mount Sinai hospital in Baltimore had a great Hematology/Oncology unit and made the arrangements to donate the money collected in the two years ( around $360.00) to the unit. We were then notified that the money we donated was going to go towards art supplies that the patients use to create cards, and we were invited to the unit to visit the patients and make cards with them. I guess you could count that as action. But the most fulfilling experience was the service side. Getting a chance to visit the actual patients and make cards with them, was the best experience I've had through CAS in the past two years. I was first, tentative to meet the patients, not knowing how they would act or if they would want to make cards but it was worth a try. Michael, Valencia, and I went to visit the hospital and make cards with the cancer patients and although it seemed quite easy for Michael and Valencia to connect with certain patients I was making cards without really getting a chance to talk to the patients. Until I met Dorothy, who asked me about school and soccer and what I liked to do. She just sat and watched as I colored a piece or paper for her and after awhile it just dawned on me that these people just wanted some company. And that what they enjoyed. The head nurse was so thankful for the donation because she had been buying everything out of pocket to make the cards. She couldn't thank us enough and urged us to come back as soon as possible. But what really touched me was not the thankfulness of the nursing staff but the happiness it brought the patients that Michael, Valencia, and I met. And we were so moved we hope to continue this even after CAS ends because we also began to make emotional connections with them. They were so happy we did that for them and we were so happy that they were happy. I hope we can bring a few more people the next time and open up a good relationship with Mount Sinai and Meade so that the 11th graders and incoming IB students will have a fun and touching CAS opportunity to look forward to. I guess that this last experience really taught me to be humble and share happiness with the world. I plan to continue visiting Sinai because it gave me a satisfied feeling and also I want to make sure Dorothy makes it through, she's a fighter. And I hope that others will feel that way as well. I guess my Stand Up to Cancer Club was really worth all the stress, I got to be creative, take action, and do service, along with the rest of my projects.But this one was definitely the best.

Reflection 18: Winter Pickup (since I couldn't go to the beach)

Unfortunately, I couldn’t pick up trash at sandy point for the fact that it isn’t summer anymore. But the neighborhood could definitely use a little bit of picking up. So it is a little bit of clean up that transferred over from the summer projects. And if I do say so myself my neighbor hood is messy. Not only did i find pieces of trash but a lot of dog poop, which I chose to leave there for natural fertilizer and the fact that I didn’t want to touch another dogs poop for the fact that I can barely stand picking up my dogs own poop. I think there is something very important in keeping up your neighborhood but also I find a huge problem that people leave their trash in the streets knowing it runs off into the Chesapeake Bay. As I said in my Sandy Point reflection, think of the polar bears! Well no, think of the fish. And this connects back to my Sandy Point reflection for the fact that the trash in my neighborhood is probably what I was picking up on the beach. Take pride in the environment! I used to be one of the kids that wouldn’t care if my wrappers were on the ground, or if I dropped food on the ground it did not matter. But now in retrospect I’m really disappointed in my younger self. And I think that is why I decided to do it. The older I get the more I appreciate what the world gives us, and I realize that we as people take a lot out of it. So try to do what is right and clean up your mess. No I’m not part of the environmental club, I don’t recycle every chance I get. But every once and awhile something moves me to go do it. I know I had to focus on bringing back things in the summer and this was one of the things I really wanted to work on, I think after I took ESS as an IB class I really wanted to care more about the the outside instead of always looking at only the inside. I might try to do one more clean up, I’m not sure yet but lets hope I can get one more done.

Reflection 17: Captain and follower.

I don't know why I didn't do this earlier, but this year for soccer at least taught me a lot of lessons. Being the unspoken "captain" of year made it really hard to work with my team. As you had seen before I had struggled in the summer to get the girls to work hard, at that scared me big time. As my senior year, being here since a freshman I felt that I had the most responsibility to my team. And I know that my coach relied on me as not only a player but a leader heavily. But I didn't have just one team, although I was a captain for my high school team I was a brand new player for my club team and they were expecting a lot from me too, especially when they were the top team in the state. Let me tell you, it was a lot to juggle on my plate during the summer, trying to get the high school girls ready for what was to come but also make sure I was ready to play at a high level and give as much as I could to my club team. It was the week before try outs where I rolled my ankle during a week long camp with my club team. I rested it, iced it elevated it, and made sure to take care of it for tryouts for the high school season. It felt almost 100% during try outs so I worked my hardest,encouraging the underclassman around us whether it was passing, running, or playing in a game. I kept the girls focused. And for the most part, all of the returners were positive as well. No name calling or complaining when something wasn't done right. The girls were setting examples. In hindsight I think its because they all wanted a captains spot but I truly meant everything I said to the girls during tryouts. I wanted them to succeed, being "captain" that is all you want for your team. But as the year progressed when my coach said there would be no captains. So my dream for the past three years literally shattered. The other girls were mad too, they wanted their share of the power but at the same time if I had gotten all of the authority it would've been too much for the other seniors and my coach and I both knew the negative energy would start again. But even with the captain spot shot away, the atmosphere of the team was diminishing. And although I didn't have a title I didn't want our team to go down hill like it had every year before. And by that time in the season my ankle was getting worse and worse. But I wanted to serve my team, I knew they needed me. Until one day I couldn't do it anymore, I went to the doctor, got and MRI and was put in a boot for a month. Not only did effect my high school team but my club team as well. Being a newcomer on a team, you have to work hard to earn respect and I didn't get a chance to do that in the four months of our season due to injury. Nonetheless I went to every high school and club practice rain, cold, and sunny. Went to every soccer game, encouraged the team, took stats, whatever I could. KEEP THE SHIP RUNNING. But it was getting too sour, to much for me to take a grasp on by myself, there was obviously a division in our team due to a running snafu which some claimed one group cheated and the other group claimed that group cheated. By senior night most of the seniors were done, we had two girls quit the soccer team by the last quarter of the season. And it felt like I had failed my team as a "leader". I had tried to do so much preparation for them before the season and tried to keep motivated but my actions were not enough because there was never a buy in from the others. I didn't even get to play in my own senior game. Which, was the most devastating thing I've ever missed in my high school. The one game dedicated to just me and the other seniors. But I ended my year winning the "Captains Award" and thought that maybe after all I had done in high school, even if our season created too much chaos, it left some of the underclassman with the determination to do better next year and keep working. There was one point right in the beginning of the season where we were a family, we wanted redemption that is why we put it on our hands, because we wanted to show we were one unit. And maybe from all that I have done in the four years one or two will step up next year and do amazing things, and impact the people after them.

As for club, it's been hard coming back from an injury, missing the first three tournaments was definitely very hard to do. But I have been at the gym and practice every day trying to get better. I played my first time in disney, but I continue to play more and more. Some people say I should blame it on high school. But I'll never do that, high school is an amazing experience and so is club, and at the end of the day I'm working back to what I love to do.

Reflection 16: Stand Up To Cancer's 2nd Annual Beardathon.

I cannot talk about how horrible of an experience this was. I didn't have any time to plan a meeting because of the time it took me with my boot. Which was a pretty lame excuse in some peoples eyes but i literally had no time in between every doctors appointment and I was completely stressed with SAT's but I did get it done. I texted every single person to get them on a schedule after Brady running after my butt. I got it approved by Mr. Yore and set up a schedule which was sent to every boy and girl who agreed to help. People didn't show up to their shifts and even if I texted them and they seemed to forget that all of their money was going to a charity that helped people who were suffering every day. And sadly, no one did care. but some did stick to the pattern and helped collect the money. And Mr. Brady shaved his beard into the one that looked like Mario. And I still have to count the money which will be going towards hats that we will buy for cancer patients at a hospital. And if I have to do it by myself I will, because I am supposed to lead these kids. Did I do everything I was capable of? Not completely. Did everyone do the most that they could? Not exactly.. Did I do the best I could in that time? Probably. But was it a complete fail? No, I still raised money with the club which is all for a good cause, so why would I be upset? Did we raise as much as we could, who knows? It was a big stress ball in the middle of one of the hardest weeks I had had during my senior year. I'm glad I got to do it a second time, and hopefully be able to start it off next year and start new fundraisers to donate money to the Stand Up To Cancer Foundation.

Reflection 15: Soccer Bake Sale

At the start of summer I knew this was my year to step up for the soccer team. This year I was picked to be a captain of the fundraising team and of course lead my team victory. And against my own team mates I would lead my mini team to victory. Our first joint team fundraiser, a bake sale on base, was actually one of the most successful we had. Almost all of my team mates attended, Sammie, Jordan, Lexi, Tori, and Chelsea, missing Elyssa. We were there to set up the table, put all of our baked goods, and had a few more helpers from other teams donate baked goods and signs. We ran around the front of the commensary with our huge signs and yelled at people in their cars. We stood in front of the doors and asked people to head on over to the awesome bake sale, or just to donate money. We sold, sold sold, and sung for tips. And at the end of the day it ended up being a huge success, making over 500 dollars, and splitting in between all of the teams. And it was really surprising to see how fun fundraising could be. We all got to bond and catch up on our summer but also got a chance to get some money out of it. It was nice to organize a whole team for the first time, and be in charge of fundraising. And surprisingly being one of the most organized and passionate captains that showed up to run their team and make sure we ended up with the money… Was it hard work? of course, but it was worth it and it was worth splitting with all of the girls that showed up and donated. Hopefully there will be a second bake sale in the near future so we can keep fundraising and continue to better the team and get a chance to bond.

Reflection 14: Cleaning Out the Storage Room

when people use the expression "You're not working hard enough unless you're sweating like a man" they should have Meade High Schools girls soccer team in mind. Because we smell. The uniforms from last year had been stored in our outdoor storage room. Sitting for 9 months, unwashed were our uniforms from last season. And opening up that card board box smelled worse then smelling the grease trap at my job. And trust me thats bad. My coach was not organized, so we stuffed all the uniforms into our car went home cleaned them, and organized them. Sadly, there weren't any other team members that came to help. It's sad to see how many people don't care about their uniforms. And yet I can still say, I want the best for the team and will clean the uniforms and organize the storage room. The uniforms are now sitting in my basement fresh for the new season. As frustrated I was with the soccer sessions, getting all the uniforms ready got me a new type of serenity to the pre season. I'm excited and although those uniforms stunk and I was not happy to go and clean them, I knew it was a good thing for me to take my time to do and also gets me in a good mood for my last season here at Meade. As apprehensive as I was I can not wait for the season to start and have a great winning streak.

Reflection 13: Senior Training Sessions

By far my biggest project taken up this summer was my senior pick up sessions. First I was asked to get the seniors together and create a pick up game situation where we could have some girls come out and we'd hop on the turf and play from 10:00-11:30. It turned out being me as the main organizer. So much for teamwork… I emailed all of the returning teammates, took off every tuesday and thursday, and I told them what to bring. The first session was a huge success we had 10 girls come out and we played 5 v 5 until 11:30. But after that first session, attendance really went down due to vacations and lack of rides. But I didn't stop, I kept emailing all of the girls telling them there was a session and that I would be happy if they came. There was one week in early July where I had to be out of town due to York College Soccer Camp. And I asked another senior to cover the session, she agreed and we were set. I came to the Thursday session and asked the other girl who was there how it went. She had been upset because no one had showed up to the session. The senior that wanted to lead so bad in the past claimed she "forgot and had a dentist appointment." I apologized, I was pretty angry that I was the only one really committed, I had tried to give these girls as many opportunities as possible, but instead, one of the "leaders" decided she had something better to do and didn't notify anyone. But as I said earlier, I kept moving on. The numbers really only came to three to five a session. Not enough to play, just enough to do skills. I liked the smaller numbers, we worked more on technical aspects, and it was really fun to me. The girls I worked with really reacted well to do it. I plan on telling coach to do it every once and a while just when the girls want to brush on the skills. SInce two girls responded so well, why wouldn't twenty? And rounding the last three weeks, we had almost eight girls show up at one Tuesday sessions. Unluckily it had been all of the talkers. I noticed as soon as we started playing, that girls were sitting around and talking instead of playing. I told them to get a water break thinking that it would be easy for them to re group after wards. They all sat on the field and began to converse with one another, and when i asked them to get up and play only two really stood up. I didn't know what to do. Some of the strongest personalities were there and it was hard to override them. Even when I tried multiple times. I went home pissed off, and angry. I had worked so hard for these girls this summer, making sure that they would have extra opportunities and they just pooped on them and laughed them off. not worried about if it would make them better or not. Something about me and soccer is that I just want to play and win. I work hard because I love it and it is something I want to do for the rest of my life so I get upset when I try my hardest and get disrespected. I really wanted to cancel the rest of the sessions because I was so stressed out but my mom really told me to keep going. A few days later it was reported back to me that a lot of the girls thought the sessions were pointless and that they would get more out of the gym, the same girls who refused to get up and work hard. In anger I sent out an email, copying all the players, parents, and coaches. I got a lot of great responses from the parents, because they knew I had been trying so hard to help their girls out in the long run. After the email, every session left went out without fail. And although it wasn't the most perfect experience, I knew that I had helped some the girls in a way. And it gave me a warm feeling in my heart. At the end of the day, i'm here for the team. I carry them, I love them, and I work for them. If someone walks out with a little more passion then they walked in with, I've done my job. Could I have done some things better? Yes, I could have warme them up faster, I could done more variety of drills, and focused on team runs. There were a billion and 5 things I could have done better,but there were also a billion things I could've done worse and I think I really helped out a few girls get comfortable with team. So yes to me, this was still a success after all of the struggle it took.

Reflection 12: Sandy Point Clean Up

Although I'm not the most epic tree hugger out there I definitely think littering is one of the most disgusting things I've ever seen.. Who wants to walk by a street and see all of this trash scattered about. One thing I never get to do for vacation is go to the beach. Beaches are the most exciting places I could go to. I love the sand and the salty water, I love sea shells and watching the kids prancing around on the hot sand. I love the the boardwalk and all the little shops down the line. And although Sandy Point isn't ocean city. It's close enough for me to feel just like I do at an actual beach. Spending the day with my mom, and my boyfriend Luke on a slightly cloudy but perfect day. And just like every beautiful beach, there is always one person who tries to ruin the fun and beauty. Someone behind us decided it was a good idea to leave their foil wrappers in the sand. Eventually the wind blew and as it made it's way into the water my mind flashed with sick dolphins or a sad polar bear commercial and I jumped up from my chair and ran it down before it hit the bay. I started to scream about how inconsiderate people were and how they didn't care about the environment or how the poor fish suffered. They probably thought i was a crazy girl on drugs but I didn't care. I do not like littering at all, I don't want more pollution, especially when it is that preventable. And i was angry that people would be that stupid to just drop it into the sand and let it fly away in the wind. And although I only had one pice of trash who's to say that none of the people around me were surprised and influenced by my crazy actions. It would touch my heart if someone is thinking about that crazy girl who wanted to stop pollution and stopping trash from getting in the ocean. I know I'm crazy, but I'm glad I might have saved a few fishes from getting sick. And possibly touched a few hearts with my crazy antics.

Reflection #11

These had to be uploaded to youtube into two parts!

Part One:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vfsfhLu831U

Part Two:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w02zQBIRgWI

Reflection #10

Sandy Hook Follow Through

Reflection Number 9:

2nd meeting of Stand Up to Cancer

I've gotten pretty used to running meetings after the first one but I was not ready for this last meeting, The good things that came out of it:

Our Fundraiser to sell pins

Charity Dodgeball Tournament

Serious members

Our supervisor left me in charge for the meeting, so I got to run it. One good thing is we got about 10 more members almost filling the classroom, but what happens when you mix a group chatty kids with one girl in charge?

Mayhem.

No one listened when we tried to get out ideas across, and the boys became obnoxious. As time went on we only got half of the points we wanted to get through because a certain group of boys wouldn't shut up during the meeting. Half of the members ended up having to leave, due to prior ib commitments. The only people who were left? The boys. I spent 15 minutes yelling at them for coming to my meeting and not respecting me. After, we continued with our meeting, came up with great ideas and finished our meeting I got many apologies, much appreciated.

One thing is that I never really speak out much, even when I am angry so doing that today was really fulfilling. I do not like being mean and I do not like telling people that they're wrong because I try to respect everyone, but when they crossed the line I freaked out. This is my creativity, this is my IB grade and they don't take this seriously? I really care for helping people with cancer and I want a good group of kids helping me out. I think I finally did get my point across and only serious kids will show up to the next meeting but I also gained a new sense of respect in myself. When i am in authority I need it, because this is my job. Next week we'll have our third meeting hopefully with more dedicated people.

Reflection 8: February 25th 2013

A few weeks ago I cam up with the idea to make a binder of letters to send to Sandy Hook elementary after the tragic shooting. I was really excited to give my idea to the IB 11th graders because:

I know these kids very well and know they have a good heart to write these letters

I wasn't only creating a CAS opportunity but helping out other kids if they needed one

I was very passionate about this issue, kids in general actually. I knew that if personally happened to me I would want support to and to know that other people supported us.

The thing that makes me upset is that when I told some of my fellow people about my idea they thought it was stupid and idiotic. They made fun of my idea and didn't want to do it. They said "How can we write letters to them, they've been bombarded with all of this media, why do you think they want more?" I was severely hurt and outraged, it isn't about how you think they're feeling, that's pretty selfish, it's about being selfless. A lot of them brought their personal views into it, saying they wouldn't want that binder of letters because they've been harassed so much. And although they might of had a lot of media and a lot of attention it never hurts to keep on supporting.

But for every opinion that didn't support my idea there were five more kids eager to write letters. And they turned them into Mr. Rackley and they are still coming. And for all those kids that did, a tremendous thank you has to be granted. I read all of the letters a was so touched by them, these kids put in their personal stories and how they hope that everyone of those kids involved knows that they care about them. At first I had regretted the idea of creating this plan but after getting and reading the letters I was so happy to have given it out to my fellow classmates. Every letter said they same thing in different ways and only IB 11 could have written it the way they did.

So hopefully I will send the letters out to the school soon and somehow they will help Sandy hook Elementary. I have never felt prouder of not only my class but also myself, I didn't think this was going to be a good idea because of the initial feedback but I ended up feeling so full on enjoyment. I'll only feel even better when I send them out to them hopefully getting Meade's message across, "we care, and we support and we just wanted you to know that."

Thursday February 7th 2013

Today was my first meeting for Stand Up To Cancer Club and it was actually one of the most nerve wracking experiences ever. I hate public speaking and I get nervous and sweaty when in front of a lot of people. But thankfully most of the people there were all IB so I knew them pretty well and I was pretty calm. We started off the meeting with me explaining what exactly stand up to cancer was, and how they have 9 focus groups. We then shared why we wanted to be there, and it was really touching to see how many people have been affected by cancer. As the meeting went on we slowly started to focus on different ways we could raise money for the foundation, including easter egg drives and pre-order tie dye shirts with logos. I slowly went from being a nervous wreck to enjoying the conversation to raise money. It really made me excited for the next months to come. And although I didn't really know all of the kids there very well I felt kind of connected to them after sharing our stories and discussing our ideas. We then came up with our next date for a meeting and I sent out an email that night explaining what we had discussed. By the next meeting we should have our first fundraiser in place. And we will have a guest speaker, Emily Johnston, explaining how she lived through cancer and she will also explain a little more about relay for life, which our club might participate in as a whole. As nervous as I am I'm really excited to not only run this club but create new friendships and create awareness, it was so relieving to see all the kids that wanted to be there and participate and I'm glad I picked this foundation to make a club for because during the meeting it was really nice to hear that everyone is affected by cancer in some way. I know it will be stressful and tiring but in the end I also know it's going to be fun and such a "bring me back down to earth" experience. Soon we'll be visiting hospitals and raising awareness!

Reflection 6: To the children of Sandy Hook

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Reflection 5: APPROVED!!!

Alright, this is definitely been the most rigorous and time consuming reflection I've ever had...yet. I first approached Mrs.Quinn on how I would start a club. Which was then forwarded to Mrs. Schumer, which was then never really answered. I had found such a great foundation called Stand Up To Cancer, which is basically a foundation that raises money to continue with research against cancer. It would be a great way to incorporate teen examples and worldly issues Not only was I touched by the personal stories, I was driven to start a club at school to increase awareness about what a lot of people really go through when diagnosed with cancer. I immediately went to a teacher who I find very relatable ( although sometimes lazy) Mr.Brady. He agreed to help me with the club although he said everything would be mostly ran by me, he was just going to be there to supervise. I began to fill out the application that had to be turned in through the foundation so we could be the "official" club and use the foundation's name. As easy as that form was, I noticed with my busy soccer schedule that I would not be able to run this club by myself, I asked for the help of one more IB student Monique Jackson. We turned the paper into the office so that Mr.Yore could approve the group. That was the week before Thanksgiving break. After break I checked in various times trying to see if the application had been signed. Week after week my paper was pushed aside and I didn't get it back. Finally two weeks ago I had a meeting with Mr.Yore where he gladly approved the club, saying it was a great idea to raise awareness, only to find that Mrs.Carter had lost the application. I had to reprint it and bring it in the next day for Mr.Yore to sign. Out of this whole process, administration putting me off for weeks and then losing the paper didn't really make me a happy camper, something I was passionate about that I wanted to start right away wasn't going as fast as I hoped. I had to wait and wait and wait and it drove me insane. I guess I learned that with all the papers signed, I had to realize that Mr. Yore is a busy man. And even though I'm busy, he can't do everything right away. *

*side note: talking to Mr.Yore is actually really nerve wracking, I have never had to go and have a formal meeting by myself with any principal. I've never been in trouble or had an issues that needed to be addressed. I figured out that I have to become a better public-speaker especially in front of authority. It scares me to think of talking to a principal and messing up what I want to say, and I think if I keep practicing it will come with ease eventually.

So, after a few long headache filled weeks the paper was scanned back into my computer and sent off the Stand Up Cancer Foundation. A few days later I was emailed back by a woman named Bree Bowman, saying that our club has been APPROVED. I stuck with relief and also an overwhelming happiness. I finally felt that I was going to do something great at my school, and that kids would be interested in it as well. Even though I still have to set up a phone call with Bree, I hope to have the first meeting at the end of January and build the base of a club that not only will raise money and awareness but will be a long going club.

( p.s) if you need larger pictures just click on one of them and use the arrows on your keyboard to see them all :-)

Reflection 4- November 28th 2012

MONEY MONEY MONEY!

Well, since I am trying to start a club, something I will mention in an upcoming reflection, my sponsor Mr.Brady started to raise money for the certain foundation. Almost as a start off for my club. I wanted to really work hand in hand with the Stand Up to Cancer Foundation, so all the money that I will be collecting when the club gets up and running will be going towards SUTC. But as any narcissistic teacher would act Mr. Brady didn't want to get his hands dirty and made me count all the change he collected. One thing I learned, I need to buy a coin counter, if there is anything worse than mental math is counting over 100 dollars in change! But I kept reminding myself it's for the cancer patients not for me! I'm glad to finally get more of a Creativity part into my CAS portfolio, I really want this club to start for more people to get involved with fighting cancer. I want more people to become aware and donate money to help cancer patients out. EVERYONE in their lifetime will be affected by cancer so why not try to stop it in it's tracks? With this small amount of money I can hopefully get my papers signed by Mr. Yore and start the planning phases of my club with Monique Jackson! :)

Reflection Number 3

Saturday November 3rd.

Cleaning up around the church.

I guess that they decided it would be fall cleaning instead of spring cleaning. Can't say the weather was great or anything but it was definitely nice to see the transformation of the outside. With all the wind and rain from hurricane sandy it seemed like a great time to be raking up the scattered leaves and cutting down the unnecessary branches throughout the trees. I never really knew the people at my church I just went there every once and a while stayed for an hour while sitting through service, listened to what my grandma said to her friends. but i never really knew them. Today, i figured out one guy has lived down the street from my grandparents for over 20 years, and that a guy I've seen danced in florida for competitive irish dancing. I never knew how people could be so interesting. And that was only from 40 minutes of our lunch break. They seemed thoroughly interested in the ideas of CAS and were concerned if I was out to long in the cold. I never really noticed it but the people there, were people who cared. People who wanted to help. Make everything look beautiful. Taking in pride of something that they could call theres. So when I was outside raking the piles of leaves and mounds of acorns, I didn't care that there were rocks in my shoes, or that my legs and arms hurt. I thought of how dedicated I had been to soccer versus the dedication of the people in this church and I thought, for one day instead of focusing everything on soccer it should be time to focus on helping make this church look beautiful. and by the end of a few hours in was leaf and weed and trash free.

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