Sunshine

"Big dreams for such a small fish,"
Simple people would always say,
"It's a nice dream, a great wish,
But don't count on a life that great."

I listen with my eyes cast down
How can you belittle such dreams?
You talk but I hear not a word, not a sound
You know not one thing about me,

You haven't seen what I've seen,
You haven't dreamed the dreams that I've dreamed
you haven't felt what I've felt,
Solved the problems I've dealt,
Taken time out of day,
to think such problems away,
I really don't think so,
Now I'm sure you don't know,
What I dream, what I wish,
NO, I'm not a small fish!

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Make me oh Lord like metal,
like copper, like iron, like steel,
where deep in the ground i shall settle,
the sins of the world, i wont feel,
I will wait for you to come find me,
Oh, Lord, I would wait all eternity

When you find me, and wash off the dirt,
I will sparkle with luster so fine,
You can shape me and mold what once hurt,
and i will be yours, as you have been mine,
My Savior, my God, my Maker,
My lifelong King, my Creator,

Lord let me be your safe,
a vault in which all of your gospel is held,
no numbers you need to create,
just speak, and I'll yeild, my locks will unweld,
In me keep all that is sacred and holy,
In me you can trust, your safe, yours only.

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The Lord, He shines His light,
upon the souls of men,
But those who turn away with pride,
Heaven, they'll never see again

He will always be my light
that leads me safely on
He is my strength, my guide
His love, it leads me home

I love my Heavenly Father,
The One who truly cares,
look in the face of a stranger,
You'll see he's always there.

I am always safe,
my soul is purely kept,
My God has saved a place,
in Heaven where I'll be sent

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I have always participated in charity events. I love being a volunteer and I love helping people I know need it. One of the main influences of my enthusiasm for helping was the burning down of my house. I remember at age 6 or 7, I stood outside of my home, watching go down in flames and seeing my aunt sobbing on the grassy field just in front of our home. Her passport and jewelry sat inside the house, melting, burning, turning into nothing. I wanted to cry myself but I was in too much of a shock. I couldn’t comprehend what was happening. I knew for sure that I was scared. I had never seen my family so glum and hopeless, but I knew that they had every right to be miserable. Then, the police brought us to this housing area, and there we were greeting by people with warm smiles and kind gestures. They gave us a place to stay and food to eat. I remember fingering the Red Cross on one of the woman’s nametags, and I have never forgotten it. They were there when I was in need, and all they where were volunteers. I’m happy to know that now I have been given the opportunity to give back to my community what they have given to me.
One of my latest projects was participating at the club 200, which was a celebration of the endless years of support the Red Cross has been to the CNMI and to the world. I helped hand out emergency kits to the guests. I got to take pictures with children and parents. I was more than willing to donate all of my time to the cause.
I will be willing to donate much more of my time and effort to the future causes of the Red Cross because I am forever in their debt. I am a constant volunteer, and I do it with all the sincerity of my heart.

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I was flying around one day late in the winter. It was Christmas and it was very cold. I had been flying around all day and I couldn't find a warm place. I finally came across a house the looked warm inside. I was getting pretty desperate by then so I took a big risk and went to the window and knocked. To my surprise, a boy opened the window. Before the boy could change his mind, I walked straight in the house. It felt so warm and cozy. The boy looked paranoid at first. Then, he gave me some food. Later on we even played games with the nerf ball in his room. It was the most fun I ever had in my life. I continued to go to his house everyday. I sensed that he enjoyed me being there too. We had an excellent bond. Everyday we became closer and closer. He even gave me a name, Nipper. I really grew fond of him, so i began to visit him whenever I could. He seemed scared all the time, but he always liked it when I was around. I had the feeling that he liked me too, and that he was just trying to protect me. One day he let me go with some other strangers, but they just dropped me off where there where hundreds and thousands of pigeons just like myself. Then we were all suddenly captured and then caged. They brought us to a place where there were many people who where playing music, singing, dancing, and laughing. a man opened our cage door and all the other birds including myself flew out. There where loud gunshots and one by one my pigeon freinds fell to the ground. I grew scared, but i felt safe because I knew somewhere in the crowd my freind would be there. After all the other birds fell to the ground, I had a clear view of my freind. I quickly swooped down and landed on his head, finally feeling safe. Then this evil kid swiped me of his head, shook me so hard he probably broke a couple of ribs and then smashed me to the ground. I felt so scared, and then i heard screaming. Finally my freind came for me. He cradled me in his arms and I was safe again. I love my freind, and now i know he really loves me.

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When Palmer LaRue turns nine, he becomes one of the guys. Now a member of a popular gang, with the cool nickname of Snots, his life is looking very good, except for one thing. He is now only a year away from becoming a wringer, which is a 10-year-old boys who has tobreak the necks of wounded birds in the town's annual pigeon shoot. Unlike his pals who can't wait for that privilege, Palmer dreads it. To make matters worse, a stray pigeon shows up at his window, and soon he is feeding and sheltering it in his room. His life becomes a balancing act of hanging out with the guys, who hate pigeons, and attending to his new pet, Nipper, and Palmer is required to go to great lengths to keep the two worlds apart. When he turns 10, and the pigeon shoot rolls around, the boy is forced to take a stand, and eventually has to rescue Nipper from being killed. Eventually he becomes an example and all the other boys with soft hearts and kind spirits, chose to take a stand as well. No more mindless killing of the innocent pigeons.

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