…Teacher man knew I was co-operative with my teachers, that this C.A., liked to pick on and tease me… so he used those factors to get rid of that particular student. He came to me and told me any time C did anything that bothered me to tell him. Well, I did. And it wasn't until C.A. was expelled, that I discovered the teacher was using my complaints to suspend and eventually expell him. (a plot I paid for socially, later on)
Amazing Grace
I always liked that song. Amazing Grace. The story of it's origin always moves me and amazes me about the author. He needed Amazing Grace to survive. More Amazing Grace to write those words. And more to live a life that proved those words to be true in his life. We can say almost anything, but living like our words are truth take character and strength that comes only from God's Amazing Grace. But what really gets me, and brings me to tears almost every time I hear or sing that song? The memory that comes to mind. One memory. Probably close to 19 years ago. It was just another Sunday. Sitting a few rows behind Grandma Lady and Grandpa Man. Just an ordinary Sunday. I didn't know it then, but that was probably my last most vivid memory being made of that Amazing Lady. (I miss her every day! ) She was so consumed by that song. I've never seen anyone sing that song with such enthusiasm! She sang "it is well with my soul" and it was obvious that God's will...
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