LSOF: Something I found in the attic…

This letter I found while looking for some writing I have done in boxes up in the attic.
It was written by one of the two dearest people in my life, Kit.
It all started in 9th grade…a teacher who saw I had enthusiasm to learn, and a student that saw a teacher that had the enthusiam to teach.
But what she had to teach me didn’t end that year, didn’t end after highschool…and still I learn from her today…and she learns from me.
I am very blessed to have a chance to have such a very special person like her apart of my life.
There are angels among us for sure:)

My Dear Ang- It was a pleasure being able to do something for you—something that was deserved:-)— You are a GOOD person, You constantly evaluate where you are in life and where you want to be; you are conscious that your actions effect others and you always try to ensure that you will impact others positiveyly. You are an ” old soul” in a young body. Though you;ve been through a great deal, it has caused you to grow emotionally and intellectually, into the wise person you now are. My hope for you in that you always continue to look for what is good and honest and at the same time, keep allowing factors that might harm you far away as possible. I have great faith that you life will be rewarded due to your intristic goodness. Maybe I choose to call it karma, but what you put out into the world does come back tenfold. That is how I know that, whatever happens, you will survive and ultimately be happy.—Love, Kit

LSOF: Poetry ~Quiet Angels~

I wrote this poem for my math teacher, Natalie Weaver.
She has gone above and beyond any teacher I’ve ever had,
and I just wanted to give her something to let her know
she appreciated:)

Quiet Angels

 Some people that come into our lives

Change our entire outlook on the world

And ourselves.

These people breathe

strength and sustenance into us

Sometimes by just giving a simple word of

Encouragement.

They teach us to stand, for everything we believe in

And let it magnify tenfold.

Sometimes by just being around them,

The story of our day takes a whole new chapter.

We see more of who we could become,

And what knowledge we can attain.

It’s quite something to imagine where these people

develop these qualities

Perhaps they fell from the sky,

Perhaps within a whisper in the wind,

Or maybe, just maybe,

They came from a source well known to them,

To which they now bare the name,

A teacher.

 

~Angela M. Sarich

LSOF: Similar story, Different people

As you read in last ” faith story” post, in highschool I was considered an outcast, but I think I tried my hardest to be.

I refused to be like everyonelse, I had my friends but I was never apart of the ” clique”; I had my own sense of style, and don’t believe I actually had anything name brand until my senior year.

I want to share with you about my friend Kat.
We had a two hour conversation yesterday about the highschool years. It is funny, because we’ve known each other since years after, but yesterday was a day we spoke of highschool.

We were both in Drama Club, and had the same aquaintences. She also was in my favorite teacher’s class, Kristen Worthington’s Creative Writing.

Kat has always been a girl who didn’t care to fit in, and she has had plenty of friends come and go, as I have.

But it wasn’t until yesterday, that I realized how alike we really were, and are. We each had similar horrible highschool experiences, but in different perspective.

Kat was the singer, and the songwriter. She used to sing through hallways, and during lunch sometimes. I was the writer, and actress. I would start a paragraph, and sometimes hand it to her to add to it.

After everything went down that year, both of us seemed to have left our most treasured talents sitting next to the gate to the highschool.

Yesterday, and 10 yrs later, Kat shares a song she wrote with me. She doesn’t know it, but it almost made me cry.
I could feel the pain that went through her heart when she first began to sing. But I couldn’t help but smile, as she pushed through and sang her heart out.

Even though it was just in front of me, I think she conquered something yesterday. She took back her talent. It was as if it heard her call out, and journeyed from the gate of the highschool, to the gate of heaven, and back into her hands.

She has given me permission to share the song with you as soon as she writes it out.

The one thing I have learned over the years, especially after highschool.
If you let people break you down, and make you lose passion for things…it will happen.

I’m not the writer that I used to be in highschool, and perhaps early college. Though the writing wasn’t always the most positive…they were written from the deepest part of me.
They were writing that my friend Kit would have wallpapered a room with.

They were real.

My writing is now more faith-based, and logical.
I am 28yrs old, so perhaps it should be.
I love God with all my heart, but sometimes I feel as though I share my the word, but not of heart. I’m more cautious of what I write, and who it is influencing.

God knew me from the beginning, He gave me the gift, I sometimes wonder if…I haven’t given my all, maybe focusing on the inspirational is fine, but life isnt’ always fine, life is real, it has its hurts and hangups.

I will tell you the inspiration for me to write any of this story, came down from some questions I was asked by another blog friend, Cady Mcclain.

I won’t share them here on this post, but I want you to know they were very profound, and made me take root into my soul, and see what was really there.

We are all on a journey…mine continues next post.