My Sister, my Best Friend

 

     Today is my very best friend's birthday. And I'm not ashamed to say that my best friend in the whole, wide world is my very own little sister, Staci! 

     When we were little, life wasn't remotely the way it is now. Staci and I practically hated eachother. I thought I was much too old, and much too cool to hang out with my baby sister. After all, she was three years younger than me! And when you're a cool nine year-old, your six year-old sister following you around is an udder disaster. I wanted to be mature and independent like my older sister, Kelsey, so ironically, I followed HER around like a lost puppy. When Staci would try to come with us, I'd yell at her and tell her she was too young and that we didn't want her there. She tried to copy me at everything and I would get so frustrated! We'd often play hide-and-go-seek together. . . or as I liked to call it, hide-and-NO-seek. The poor girl would hide for hours at a time. But, needless to say, in return she was quite the little brat to me, and the BIGGEST tattle tell I'd ever met. I guess we had a typical big sister-little sister relationship. We got along sometimes..... on occasion.... maybe..... when the weather was permitting....if you got lucky.

     But somewhere in the course of my short eighteen years of life, this crazy girl turned from my worst nightmare, into my best friend. I don't know when and I sure as hell don't know how, but it happened.

     I tell her everything. And if you don't think I mean that, I dare you to quiz her. She knows more about me sometimes than I know of myself. Talking to her is as easy as talking to myself in the mirror. I trust her with everything. She's one of the few people that, regardless of what's going on in her life, she's never lied to me, ditched me, played me, or hurt me. When she hears crazy rumors about me, she never believes. She doesn't even question it. When the parents are fighting, we cry together. When all hell as broke loose and I'm mad as mad can be, she's right by my side ready to karate chop whoever I tell her to. When we talk about a boy I like, she just smiles her reassuring smile and tells me it'll all work out, even though we both know I'll never give it a chance to. When life's handed out all it's lemons, she's there to help me sell them on Ebay.

     I know we'll be there for eachother forever. Through college, weddings, jobs, and baby diapers. I know she'll always be the one watching out for me, making sure nothing goes wrong and I don't do anything stupid, and she knows I'll be doing the exact same.

     With her, I never worry about boys coming between us. No boy would dare do such a thing. I don't worry about us growing apart or not having enough time together. I know as long as I have breath to breathe, she'll be here for me.

     I owe her all I am and will ever be. I owe my partial sanity to my loyal, wonderful, crazy, gorgeous little sister. Happy Birthday Staci! (:

 

Sunday School Life Lessons

      As a tiny, little girl in Sunday School, our teacher would always tell us "Do unto others as you'd have them do unto you." To my little kid brain, this meant be nice to everyone because you want everyone to be nice to you. It also meant that at snack time, you better share your Goldfish because you want everyone to share their food with you later on too. Well, it still does mean that to some degree. But now that life has brought harder circumstances and more difficult situations, this principle is a lot harder to live by. It's not about just being nice anymore...and it's definitely not about the Goldfish.
      Being a teenager brings on so much heartache, yet at the same time, so much excitement. You have the freedom and the power to be just about whatever or whoever you want to be. But there are the obstacles. There will always be obstacles, and I think I'm barely grasping this concept. There will always be things in your way that try to keep you from achieving your goals and becoming everything you could ever dream of. There will be the obstacles that try to keep you from doing what you want to do. For me in my life, these obstacles often come in the form of people.
     Too many times have people betrayed me - people that I let into my life. All too often I am told of incidents where close friends failed to be loyal. I can remember countless nights where there was more crying done than sleeping. But I know I'm not the only one. Many lives have similar, and often worse, stories like mine. But sometimes I find myself questioning what I did to deserve this. I didn't do anything wrong to them, so why are they treating me like this? The question seemed to haunt me a lot of the time.
     It took quite a few heart-wrenching prayers and tear-stained pillow cases before I realized a few things. I can't control how people treat me, not matter how hard I try. And, regardless of what I do, I can't always make everyone happy. I'm going to screw up, but the people that stick by my side through it all, are the people worth caring about.
     When I was talking with a friend about this subject, a few names came up that I soon categorized as the three people that had hurt me the most in my life. After crying a little bit, I was given arguably the best advice I've received in a long time. It was something like....
      "People come into your lives as lessons. Everyone does. The hardest thing you will have to do, is to forgive them. Yes, they messed up a lot of things for you. Yes, they screwed up your emotions, played with your mind, your heart, your everything. But you have the choice here. Are you going to continue to give them that window? Are you gonna let them have the power to make you cry? You could be so happy without them. Yes, you might have to tolerate them for now, but soon you'll be out in this incredible world, free to do whatever you could imagine! But the most freeing thing you can do right now, is to forgive them. Let go of what they have done to you, and what they might do to you. The damage has already been done. Forgive them and move on."
     So, do unto others as I'd have them to unto me. . . .I will. . . . Regardless of the times you have hurt me, regardless of the fears I have because of you, the memories that make me shutter, the crushed dreams, the failed plans, the pain I experience, the tears I cry, the worries I share, and the scars I bare, regardless of how hard it is, I just hope you know.... I forgive you (:

   

Heroes

     January 2nd, 2013 is a day I'm not likely to ever forget. No, it's not my birthday or a super special holiday. I didn't win the lottery or sell a platinum album. But on this day, I was forced to be totally dependent and in turn, I got to see the incredible traits and characteristics that some  of the most precious people in my life hold.
     The story starts with the boots, my never been worn, too big, brown, Christmas boots. I was supposed to go to Show Low with my family the week before to return them, but I had chosen to stay home instead, convincing myself that the opportunity would arise where I would get to go to Show Low by myself. This seemed like a much more relaxing, as well as exciting, trip.
     After my parents told me I couldn't go on the 1st because of possible drunk drivers, they finally said yes and let me go on the 2nd. I banged on my little sister's door, "Staci! Come to Show Low with me! I'll buy you something!" Soon, my best friend (otherwise known as my little sister) came rushing out of her room, dressed and ready to go. We both begged my mom to take her car because my cheap little ghetto-mobile had a missing tail light and wasn't good for long trips; the steering was messed up, the old tires weren't aligned too well, and it was hard to shift. But my mom said no, so we headed out to my little car, still happy to get to go. I threw the boots in the back seat, and we headed off toward Show Low.
     We were jamming to music and talking about boys when my sister reminded me to put my seat belt on. I was usually pretty good about wearing my seat belt when driving with other people, but I had a bad habit of forgetting it when I was the one driving. We both clicked on our seat belts and continued our crazy music session, noticing all the traffic on the road that day.

     I could have sworn what took maybe seven seconds, stretched out into ten minutes. I took my eyes off the road to look for the CD my sister was wanting. I looked up, only to see my car heading straight for a mile post. I had drifted off the road and was in the gravel on the shoulder. I jerked the steering wheel to the left, barely missing the mile marker, but I had over-corrected and I knew it. My car started spinning. I don't know how or why there weren't cars coming from either direction. Something should've hit us by now, I remember thinking, praying it hit my side and not my sister's. Then, as if by magic, the car started rolling. I never understood that, but it did. We rolled off the road, through a ditch and stopping only when a tree hit my window and door. I turned to my sister to make sure she was alright. I looked up and saw the enormous dent in the roof of the car, right above my sister's head. I frantically searched her head for blood, bumps, or any sign of bruises, but to my surprise, she was fine.
     We both sat there for what seemed like eternity, but was probably only a few seconds, before I noticed the traffic on the road again. Cars were passing us. They were passing us!! Didn't they know we had just survived death's grasps?! But then a sickening thought hit my stomach. If they had driven by only seconds before, they very well would've hit us. We wouldn't be alive.
     Just then, an unfamiliar truck pulls up. A middle aged man jumps out and runs over to where we were stuck. He pries my sister's door open and asks if we're alright. "I'm fine," I told him, "but I think my sister needs help!" Within minutes, this heroic man whom I would later find out was named Justin, had informed my parents and the police about what had happened, got my sister to stop crying, and had given her his jacket to stop her from shaking.
     When the Highway Patrol officer arrived, Justin made sure everything was alright before he got back in his truck and drove away. The officer helped me out of the car, and because he knew me and my parents, hugged me and told me everything would be alright. It was then that I started crying. Not so much because my car was totaled or I was scared to face my parents, but because I realized that regardless of how many cars had passed before somebody stopped, somebody did stop. Justin stopped. He took the time to care, as did the Highway Patrol officer. They took the time out of their busy lives to care for me and my sister, and to go that extra mile to make sure everyone was okay. It's people like these that keep my world a happy one. Thank you to all the heroes in my life.