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due to snow. YIPEEEE! I knew what I was going to
do. I quickly printed out a poem I had written, and placed it in my coat pocket
so I would not forget come Sunday. I must explain my excitement, having one
service on Sunday is a rarity. It means that there will probably be testimonies
and most of the Sunday school teachers will be in service rather than teaching
school. I hoped that this was my opportunity to share my secret.
At 2:00 PM Sunday, I sat in the pew with my heart
beating out of my chest. One person after another began testifying of the
mercies of GOd. Then, I noticed that our Pastor was not in the service and
there was another minister there who had come from Oregon. I began to panic and
wonder if I should still go through with my plan. To the left and behind me, I
saw our previous pastor come in and quietly sit down. I knew then that I could
go through with my plan.
I finally stood up and began to talk. I began by
telling them a true story involving my son. When my son was in grade school, he
ran from the playground bully. Then, I told them that I was that child running
from the bully (my secret) and I wanted to stop running and I wanted a new
beginning. I read a poem and ended by telling my church colleagues I have AIDS.
I heard gasps, then silence. I was too scared to look around to see their
expressions. I was surprisingly cfomposed. My girlfriend who sat in front of me
reached out and took my hand. She was visibly shaken, my husband was as
well.
Since my testimony I have had those who have
distanced themselves from me and those who have embraed me. It is still early.
My Pastor has not said one word, and so it goes.
If I want a new bgeginning it is up to me to make
a new beginning. I do not regret putting this behind me. It was time and I am
not ashamed.
New
Beginnings
by Kathy
It is 2004 and time to reflect on moving forward
and remembering the lives that were taken on September 11, 2001. We should
never forget and the new years and new beginnings you experience.
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¡Yipeee! Sabia lo que iba a hacer.
Imprimi rápidamente un poema que habia escrito, y puesto lo en mi
bolsillo de la capa asi que no me olvidaria de dcomingo venido. Debo explicar
mi entusiasmo, teniendo un servicio el domingo soy una rareza. Significa que
habrá probablemente testimonios y la mayoria de los profesores de la
escuela de domingo estarán en servico mas bien que escuela de ensenanza.
Esperaba que ésta fuera mi oportunidad de compartir mi secreto.
En 2:00 PM domingo, me senté en el
pew com mi golpeo del corazón fuera de mi pecho. Una persona
desdpués de otra comenzó la declaracion de los mercies del dios.
Que, note que nuestro Pastor no estaba en el servicio y habia otro ministro
alli quien habia venido de Oregon. Comence a aterrarme y a prequntarse si yo si
inmovil vaya a traves con mi plan. A la izquierda y detras de mi, vi a nuestro
pastor anterior venir adentro y sentarse resrvado abajo. Sabia que eso yo
podria ir a traves con mi plan.
Finalmente estaba parado para arriba y
comence a hablar. Comence contadndoles una hikstoria vedadera que implicaba a
mi hijo. fcuando mi hijo estaba en escuela del grado, el funciono del bully del
patio. Entonces, les dije que que fuera ese nino que funcionaba el bully (mi
secreto) y de mi deseo parar el funcionar y desee un nuevo principio. Lei un
poema y termine dicie\ndo a mis colegas de la iglesia que tengo SIDA. Oigritos
de asombro, entonces silencio. Me asusaron tambien para mirar alrededor para
ver sus expresiones. Me compusieron asombrosamente. Miu novia que se sento
delante de mi alcanzo hacia fuera y tomo mi mano. La sacudarieron visiblemente,
mi marido estaba tambien.
Puesto que mi testionio yo ha tenido los que
se han distanciado de mi y los que me han abrazado. Sigue siendo temprano. Mi
Pastor no ha disho una palabra, y asi que va.
Si deseo un nuevo principio esta hasta mi
para hacer un nuevo principio. No lamento el poner de esto detras de mi. Era
tiempo y no estoy avergonzado.
Nuevos
Comienzos
Por Kathy
Estamos en el ano 2004 y ya es hora de que
meditemos sobre avanzar y recordar a las vidas perdidas el 11 de Septiembre del
2001. Nunca deberiamos olvidar que tenemos que vivir todos los dias lo mas
intensamente posible. Deberiamos ser felices en este
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