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Feelin' blue right now and I was going through this 'memory box' full of old letters and came across this.
"August 4, 2000
Dear Andy,
How are you doing? I am just fine. I am still here in Tuba City, Arizona. Andy I was sad, for you and your friends very much. Andy, could you please write to me soon and send me pictures of you and where you live please! please! please! I wish that you were still here to visit me. I miss riding on your shoulders. I hope that you can come back to Hotevilla, Arizona, again. I want to go to church again. ...... Andy, please keep writing to me so we can be bestest friends forever"
Back 10 years ago, I went on a Christian mission trip to Arizona from Boston. I was a senior in HS then. We had an amazing time reaching out to the natives, bonding with them and holding vacation bible study with the kids.
The kid I especially got attached to was Domingo- a cute 6 yo boy who underwent an open heart surgery as a baby. In that short 11-day trip, I bonded with this bright little boy and we had so much fun together. I learned so much from him...
The letter was written through his older sister Olivia who was probably 9 or 10 at the time.
The little bitch me never wrote him back..................... after all that hope and love I showed him. I wish I could travel back in time and bitchslap the old me to get his lazy ass off and write back.
[note]
I'm no longer a Christian btw, it's irrelevant to this and leave religion discussion out of this.
"August 4, 2000
Dear Andy,
How are you doing? I am just fine. I am still here in Tuba City, Arizona. Andy I was sad, for you and your friends very much. Andy, could you please write to me soon and send me pictures of you and where you live please! please! please! I wish that you were still here to visit me. I miss riding on your shoulders. I hope that you can come back to Hotevilla, Arizona, again. I want to go to church again. ...... Andy, please keep writing to me so we can be bestest friends forever"
Back 10 years ago, I went on a Christian mission trip to Arizona from Boston. I was a senior in HS then. We had an amazing time reaching out to the natives, bonding with them and holding vacation bible study with the kids.
The kid I especially got attached to was Domingo- a cute 6 yo boy who underwent an open heart surgery as a baby. In that short 11-day trip, I bonded with this bright little boy and we had so much fun together. I learned so much from him...
The letter was written through his older sister Olivia who was probably 9 or 10 at the time.
The little bitch me never wrote him back..................... after all that hope and love I showed him. I wish I could travel back in time and bitchslap the old me to get his lazy ass off and write back.
[note]
I'm no longer a Christian btw, it's irrelevant to this and leave religion discussion out of this.