Lessons Learned from My Pastor

The way I moderate it family should al slipway have individu anyy others back, salutary? Well so I thought. When I was younger I had always been close to my archetypal first cousin Cody. Then the day bonk when he hurt me akin nobody else could. He tattered my world and threw the family into a uncivilised war. I made it by all of the hurtfulness and pain by diving head first into my sunlight school teachings. growing up in my worried family I felt push through of place a kitty of the while. The only period I felt right was when I was with my cousin Cody. He was kindred my twin brother, we were same maturate and had the same crazy ways of entertaining ourselves. We would run roughly pulling pranks on umteen of our family members, hiding things and the, Oh so funny rubber rope around the kitchen sink hosepipe trick. Lets eccentric it, we were little shits.\nLast summer our family was in town from Yakima, Washington. My cousin Sara has Autism and she takes medic ine to help meet her behavior. The only people that cutting where her medicine was Codys florists chrysanthemum and Kristie, Saras mom. Somehow most of Saras medicine disappeared. At first my aunt criminate Cody and me of taking it, yet we denied the accusations. The family argued all over who took it and in the end everyone leftover that night still crazy and confused on who take the medicine. I later had set up out that Cody had told his grandma that I was the one who took the medicine because I wanted to sell it. I couldnt desire that Cody had told her that. I didnt want to believe it. I was angry, confused, and hurt all at the same time and for a teenage miss that was a lot to handle. My aunt went around telling everyone that I was a drug head and a pill head. not many people believed her but some did. My family looked at me in discussed as I pleaded and denied what she had said.\n universe angry and confused, I started spending a lot of my time at the youth Metho dist church I attended. I spent many Wednesday nights and Sunday mornings there teaching an...