The Day

I woke up. It was Tuesday. I got ready for the day. As I waited for the time to slowly pace closer to the time I needed to leave for school, I grabbed a piece of toast and turned on the news. I watched trying to get some current event for class. I saw a headline Breaking News. I thought 'great, this will be a good one for class'. A plane crashed into a building. I kept forgetting the name of the building. I wrote WTC on my left palm to help me remember. I continued to listen to the reporters going back and forth on words such as 'accident', 'attack', 'engine issue', 'terrorist'!
I called my mom to see her thoughts on the matter. As we sat in the living room watching the T.V., not more than 3 minutes of us watching, a plane hit the second building. I saw it. I watched a plane crash into a the building. I knew right then and there that we were under attack. I looked at my palm and realized this was a name I would never forget on this day.

I was 12. Trying to find a current event for Ms. Sly's Utah History 7th period class. At school that day, I watched the attack unfold and the discoveries the media was finding. I didn't know how to feel. I saw something I will never forget.

Ten years have now passed. Ten years of wars. I'm not going to write about my thoughts and opinion on these wars. Rather, since the attack, we have, as a country become closer. I watched a documentary, 7 days in September that expresses how this shaped us. I am always amazed to see how united we come to help a mass of people who are suffering. When forced to do good things, we can do great things.


I mourn for those who have lost someone in the past ten years, either on 9/11 or in the wars. On the 5th anniversary I was a junior and created an essay on the attack. I read about the people. The firemen, the civilians, the victims of hatred and I understood then that it was not just two buildings that fell and a side of the pentagon. It was lives that were lost. A mother, a father, a sister, a cousin, a brother, a friend, each one of these people that died meant something to someone. I cannot forget the human side this attack had on all those affected.


I know this is something small to remember the 9/11 attack, but even after ten years, I remember the detail of that day so clearly. But how long will we as a country? I hope that that we continue to educate kids, who were babies on 9/11/2001 and tell them what is still affecting all of us now and will continue for many years to come.

Oh Happy Me

I was looking back on some of the things that I have blogged on, and I usually always blog on something that is frustrating me. As I read my own words I sounded like a huge complainer, so to change that, I want to blog about the amazing Summers I have the opportunity to have. They have truly been remarkable. I have worked with Especially For Youth (EFY) for three summers now, two of which I have been over counselors that are in charge of 12-15 youth. I have loved being a Building Counselor because I was able to meet kids that I would have not met if I had my own set of youth. For instances, my friends in the picture below:

These boys helped me more than they will ever know, and I am so glad I was able to meet them. The two boys in the center are the ones who introduced me to the rest of the crew. They were such a delight to work with and here there stories and how different each one of them ones due to their personality and what they had experienced in this life. I hope that they can remember how amazing they each are. They are very very awesome guys! They made me really excited to be a teacher and be around kids like them for more than a week and see if I can help them get through the rough times we all face in life!!!
It is reasons like "my boys" that remind me why I love this job so much. I was able to help, in a sense, just by being kind to them and not snubbing them like they had experienced so many times from members. I am not trying to sound like I am tooting my own horn, all I want to express is that kindness changes peoples hearts and brings them back to Christ more than labeling that person as a project and treating them like you do a dirty, worn out shoe.

Another reason I am so grateful for this job is in reference to the amazing people I meet that are my age. I love the friendships that I have had that started at EFY. It is nice because I have such a different level of friendship with these people than I do with my other friends. I am able to hear their testimony constantly at work and I know that I can go to them for anything that I need. One more glorious thing, counselors love to serve :)
This year a lot of them go to USU, and I am so sad that I will be in Ogden student teaching, but I know that I will be up there 9/10 weekends to party it up and go crazy with them!!

Fist week Team!!

Loved having fun during Service.

One Amazing BC team!!

One of our many adventures!

 My BC team, well we were quite the bunch! We all had so many different qualities to bring to the table that we had quite the time adjusting to each other, lets be honest. BUT we made it work and we had a blast. It was a true delight to work with Nicole, Colby, & Braden again this Summer. It was fun to see how different a team can be when only half of it changes. I have loved both Summers as a BC and they are completely uncomparable. Last Summer, I spent most of my time with my BC team & youth; this Summer I focused more on the Counselors & youth. Good heavens, this Summer was more techy for some reason, we all found out our love languages and what color we are. I am so grateful for the friends I have made from my team this year. Because of Laurie & Jay, I now must say I have friends that go to BYpooh ;) I now can say I have a friend who will be famous one day, a friend who constantly had a smile on their face that was so infectious. I now have a friend who was as positive and real as one gets, even when yelling at an old crotchety woman at Village Inn. I now have a friend who was an example to me on letting things roll off your back and getting the job done. There are so many qualities that I have taken from my new friends that are molding me into a better person. So thank you all for being such a superb example to me in various ways!!!

my old team.
2010 team.Constant water fights--that I ALWAYS won!!!!

From both Summers I have learned and grown as an individual, spiritually, as well as humanly. I know that sounds odd, humanly, but  it is true. I have seen how well I can handle and try to understand people rather than condemn them. I'm sure some of this is from personal experience. I was able to understand this Summer why a youth would become angry due to us asking them to cut their hair to be at a camp they are forced to be at from their parents. Rather then say "it's just hair" I listened to their frustration and got to some core issues. And by being able to tell them that I understood what they were saying really helped. They usually laughed when I would show them pictures of my purple hair and how I had to get rid of it for EFY.
I wanted to do better at not being a Frankenstein rule orientated BC, I wanted to help the individual more than focus on the rule. I think by doing this I was able to do my job better and help lots of counselors as well as youth.
I love this program, when I tell people about it I become so overjoyed by the memories of the changes I have seen this program make in the youth that come lives, and for the memories that I have with the counselors, my team, and session director lessons. It is a program for the youth, but I get so much out of it that I keep going back!!It helps remind me that even though this world continues to become more dark and wicked, the church will continue to shine brighter to counter the darkness and these youth that I have had the opportunity to work with are helping build that light. The counselors are helping to show that light and continue to build up Zion. I am truly grateful for the opportunity that I had to work EFY for three summers.

I thought it appropriate to put in at least one of the model shots we took along with our ninjas shots!!! :) ha ha ha

Thanks for taking time to read or browse the pictures!!!

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Dear EFY Counselors and Particpants

Hello Girls & Boys. This is the video that I have shown in various parts of EFY this summer. I put it here so that you have easy access to it. 

Best of luck with your endeavors.

"I AM"

ignoring or ignorant

People cannot hear.

People want to say that they are tolerant, yet when they open their mouth they scream hatred.

In my opinion the government primary concern should be to protect our country and focus on the economic issues. The economic issues are the issues where some gray area resides between the black and white sides. The government should be much less focused on social issues. The reason I say this is because there is no compromise on social issues. No gray whatsoever, a person is either on the black side or the white, No if and or buts about it. No decision on social issues will ever please everyone. 

With that, I get so sick and tired of hearing the idea that I am a hypocrite for going to church and being a faithful latter-day saint and am told that I am going to Hades for wanting people to be loved for who they are.

Why are people so forgetful in their pride?

LOVE is the greatest commandment we have been given.

Love is what matters, everything else is trivial to love.

So why is it that people continually forget that? What is it that causes people to let their pride lead on what they believe with social issues and justify taking away a person's right to be loved.
Those people need to deal with their own issues before condemning another.
"And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but not consider the beam that is in thine own eye?' (Matthew 7:3 KJV).

I feel as though those people want me to wear a masquerade mask to cover what I believe and conform to what they believe because they fear a different opinion and cannot tolerate it. Therefore, they would like it silenced. I won't do that. I cannot do that. I have never been one to just conform because it would be easier. No matter what age, sex, religion, race, sexual orientation, they are my equal and I want to spread love not hate.

I wish I had these answers to solve all the issues that people have with other peoples opinions, but all I have is rambled thoughts in a blog post that you are reading.

Logan Bucket List

I have one month exactly left in Logan. It's crazy! I can't believe I am graduating. My brain cannot even wrap itself around it. I have many different thoughts and feelings about leaving this place I have called home for 4 years now and the family I have made for myself while here. My friends are amazing and have really made my college experience. 
I remember thinking I was so mature when I graduated high school. My first semester here, I realized I know nothing about this big blue marble and all the speckles on it. I still know nothing, but I know that I don't and am striving to. 
So before I leave I have a Bucket list. I know that I will definitely back to visit some boys and girls while I student teach, but it won't be the same. 


Here is my 10 things to do before I leave:

1. Hike the Wellsville Mountains(--this is happening sometime in June, for anyone who would like to join, let me know. It is going to be fun!!!)

2. Go to the The Factory Pizzeria    This was done April 16. Gotta love it when friends come up to visit and we go to eat!!

3. Go to the Wind Caves (granted I have done this, but I love it)

4. Go to the junky movie theatre This was done April 15th. We went and saw Red Riding Hood. Interesting film, I'm still trying to decide if I liked it.

5. Pull one more all nighter-for fun not for school work

6. Go to a bon fire. 

7. Write some personal letters to friends

8. Play Night Games

9. Go swing dancing
10. Ice Block Old Main Hill

I am excited to leave Logan. I am going to miss everyone like crazy, but I am excited to teach. It has been a fun while here, but everything comes to a close.

Festivities and Crashes

I have a beautiful life. I have a privileged life with good people in it. This month has been full of adventures. From vacations, to weddings, to my computer dying ( RIP Petunia) it has been a  memorable month.


To start it all out, Spring Break in Las Vegas baby! One of my favorite vacation places. Spring Break was WARM! It was great to actually do something rather than just work. The first couple of days on our journey was just in Southern Utah. There is no way in Hades that if I went to school there that I would actually stay inside and do school work. I would constantly be out hiking and going on adventures. (Probably a big reason USU has such a great stat standing for education students receive--we have to stay inside to avoid frostbit for 327 days out of the year). 

I have a lot of fond memories from Raspberry Butterfinger "mini" shake, to awkward statues, to choosing between monkey molestation or frisky old man in "would you ever". This trip reiterated to me the best part of a road trip is the road. Being cooped in a car with two other people for 8 hours is a blast. I don't know what it is about a vehicle but it is like a confession box, people open up....

But to get back to Vegas, getting lost and finding a drug lords house and seeing if we could stay there always make for fun stories to look back on a smile.

Cheering on the Aggies to a championship was delightful. We had such a great turn out from our school. It makes me really proud to say that I am an Aggie, but terribly sad to leave it behind to start the new chapter in my life. 

I think this new chapter that is opening, as scary as it is with how quickly it is coming, is also very exhilarating. I can't believe I am almost a college graduate. I don't feel old enough or smart enough. But I am loving the fun that comes from it.

Mr. & Mrs. Hansen

In the middle of this month, one of my life long friends found the man of her dreams and was married to him until the end of forever. She looked beautiful and he looked dashing. I am so happy that they allowed me to share their special day with them. I wish them all the happiness in the world. I am so happy for her, she has always been a great example to me and I love her for always being a great friend. I remember when we were little and our sleepovers full of boy talk, being in plays together and falling head over heels for the lead, being teenage girls together. I am very excited for their future together. Congratulations.

After this fantastic weekend, my technological life died. Petunia died about 20- 30 minutes after I printed off a bill that I had to write for my simulation class. I wanted to scream when she wouldn't run. I thought I lost EVERYTHING: my documents, my music, pictures, lesson plans, my school work. The 4 and half years we had together was gone in a second. I took it to Geek Squad the next day, and the numb skulls really don't know anything I am afraid, but they did tell me that I needed a new one that they could/would not look to see whar the problem was unless I forked over the amount of money it would cost to get a new one. I took Petunia from them and held her as I looked for her replacement. It is so sad how dependent I am on, as many are, on technology and when it breaks, we are screwed.

I now have a new laptop and it is sheik. And luckily, over Christmas Break, I put all my pictures, documents and 2/13 of my music onto an external hard drive (that is all that would fit). I am still sad and would still love to get all my stuff from Petunia's memory, so if anyone reading this knows of any way to pull things from a hard drive that does not have my user name on it, let me know. It is weird, everything is still on it, I just cannot access any of it, sadly. RIP Petunia I miss you little Gateway Lady, you were amazing for 4 and 1/2 years.

But after every tragedy there needs to be a celebration and I celebrated by going to the Festival of Colors. It was amazing. Prior to this attendance, I had yet gone, and I am now addicted. I can't wait to go next year. The girls I went with were a riot, we had so much fun together and had some real deep conversations. At the festival a man gave a little speech that caused me to ponder. Even though he was talking about celebrating differences, I want to celebrate this point in my life. 


[More to this thought below the pictures]

before

after

Driving a hour like this was interesting

Adventures are what this time of my life should be all about. Yes, the future is scary, trying to figure out and plan out the years ahead is scary. So I am going to focus on tomorrow. tomorrow can be simple and easier than thinking about the next 60 years. I want to do one thing each day that scares me. Going to the festival of colors was a blast- texting the car full of boys on the freeway who were from Utah's top hat was scary and spontaneous. My freak flag is continuing to soar, and is going to continue through April.

Thanks for making this month a memorable March!

EFY here I come again.

Inspiring!

I feel like I haven't blogged in forever. My Spring Break stories will be coming up next week. I have to get through this week first and then I can record all my fun times in Vegas and St George. I am really glad that I went and cheered on my Aggies.




But today I wanted to share this video. 

I found this video on the link below. 

The Amazing Story of Chris Medina Through his Song

Chris Medina was an American Idol contestant whose fiance got into a terrible accident that gave her a traumatic brain injury just before their wedding. Here is his heartfelt song about staying with her.

It is just so beautiful and heartfelt that I had to share it. He unconditionally loves her. It is so Christ-like and is something that all people need to learn to have more of. 

Selfless, unconditional love.

I hope one day everyone can better understand this kind of love and learn to value one another through differences and everything.
The only way to explain this love is by calling it beautiful and truly selfless love.

Celebrate!

In celebration of the March I have a joyous gift. 
March, the time when Spring should come out and the snow should melt away. Seriously, I am over the bloody snow, and the frigid cold weather, I want some bonding time with Ra.


Anyway, I found a terrific and happy video for you all!! It just makes me, for some reason really excited for Spring and Summer and the fun times coming soon. I hope that you enjoy it as much as I do. One day, I want to be in one of these for my genius friend who creates awesome music!! 
This is the new month, This is the new year!!!

The Hyphen.

Oddly enough I found an amazing poem after reading it on a persons arm. They had inked on them the last part of this. Naturally, being as curious one, I googled it. I found this poem by Linda Ellis.

I really like it. It makes me reflect on the preciousness of life and how I need to be better at all the things I do.

"The Dash Poem" by Linda Ellis

I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end.

He noted that first came the date of her birth
And spoke of the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.

For it matter not, how much we own,
The cars, the house, the cash,

What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.

So think about this long and hard
Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what's true and real
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we've never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect
And more often wear a smile,
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.

So when your eulogy is being read
With your life's actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how your spent your dash?

USU

USU is closing in my life with a bigger bang than I could have ever hoped!! I am having such a fantastic last semester in Logan!! My friends are terrific and amazing! Going to games, parties,and movie watching has been the best. I love being up here! I love the people and the crazy things that we get invited to and involved in. I love that USU hosts parties like Mardi Gras for us to get dolled up and go fake gamble. Going this year with my roommates was a very fun night.

This semester has been amazing right from the start with the glorious "mocktail night". Going to four parties in one night is exhausting. But I think the best part was the photos we got to take together! Ha ha, that may sound lame but it was a fun night and looking at our pictures you can see we got into character. Though that party was a total drag, the other three were lots of fun and staying up until four was fun until the next day when all I wanted to do was sleep.

Canada Dry--Yum

America's Next Top Model photo

I have really been making the most of this semester since it is my last. I don't know what is going to happen when I student teach, I don't know if I'm going to be able to come up to Logan to see friends all the time or if I will make new ones where I teach, if I teach out of state. I don't really know, but I am excited. I love where my life is going and the spontaneity that has creeped up on me. It has been so fun.

Not to mention the basketball games are a highlight of Spring Semester--especially this last one where a player shattered the backboard during halftime warmups. Ha ha it was hilarious, for many reasons but one being that once maintenance replaced it, they shattered the new one. Then decided to roll out a hoop and fix that one later. It was hilarious. I can't wait to go to the WAC tournament and see what else the Aggies will break.

We are ruthless and a devastating spectrum to play in, with jerky chants and untamed confidence that We will win. It is something that everyone (especially USU students) need to experience at least once. After a taste of the energy, you'll want to go back for more.

"Show me the Scotsman who doesnt' love the thistle.

Show me the Englishman who doesn't love the rose.

Show me the true blooded Aggie from Utah

Who doesn't love the spot where the sagebrush grows!"

Fear of Phobias

I have no idea why I blog about the weirdest things but today I want to blog about fear.
I think some fears are so strange--like the fear of someone hearing you pee, or the fear of public speaking, or the fear of dinner conversation. Fear is scary when it stops people dead in their tracks from living their lives.


How did I learn to be afraid? I remember when I was little I was not scared of really anything. I would jump off cliffs not knowing how deep the water was below, ride motorcycles on small trails with a steep drop on the side, I picked up snakes and worms without thinking twice. 
When I was three, I watched some scary movies with clowns. The movies were Stephen King's It  and Killer Klowns from Outer Space. I had nightmares for weeks about Pennywise killing me. For a few years after this experience I was okay, until I was about 10, I soon BECAME TERRIFIED!! I saw one on a poster, commercial, or in person and I freaked!! I still freak out, getting this picture on here was quite a task. I had to black out his face quickly or I would never be able to look at my blog again! I can't stand them. Yes I have Coulrophobia (the fear of clowns). There is nothing cute or fun about them, just creepy.
While I was looking up the name for my phobia I found some really odd ones:






Levophobia --Fear of objects to the left side of the body. As oppose to the fear of objects to the right side of the body which is Dextrophobia. 
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia--the fear of long wordsHa ha or the oxy moron of this phobia name with the phobia.
Fears are something that I think are outrageous, but they make sense to that person to be afraid, it is a reaction. I don't understand the fear of the or the fear of swallowing air, but I do understand the fear of rejection, clowns, and failure.

Past. Future.

I am going to be a teacher.


soon.


I finally realized how quickly this was coming today as I turned my student teaching application. I will be teaching students next fall. I will be borrowing a classroom and then onto my own!


I am amazed at how quickly the past 4 years of school have flown by. I cannot imagine being anywhere else but here. I have grown up a lot in 4 years, I was a awkward high school graduate who thought I knew everything, only to find out I knew little about the world. I learned. I learned about the world. I learned about the past and the future. I learned about people. I learned about myself. This knowledge came through many people who helped shape and molded me.

My sophomore year of college has by far been the greatest year for education and fun. To my Brentwood babes, you ladies (and everyone in that year of my life) were my family away from home. You changed me and taught me to loosen up and be crazy, college was not always about being in the books or the library, it was being among the living. From Jello Sliding to making music videos to talking until 4 a.m. I have so many fond memories of us in the short year we spent together. It was a year that I would never trade.


Mom and Dad, you two have been the greatest. You have helped me in more ways than you will ever know. I am grateful to have you as parents. Dad you have shown me that hard work pays off and to never do any work half value. Mom you have endowed on me so much wisdom that I do not know where to begin. Thank you for always helping me to further my education and understanding.

I have the most amazing siblings in the world. They are not only my family, but my friends who will always help me through difficult times.

Corey, you always can make me laugh with your humor. You always can find something to smile or joke about. Thank you for always making me chuckle or smile.
Tyler, you have wisdom that sounds like it should come from an 80 year old man who has lived a full life. Thank you for always helping me to know when I am being difficult.



Megan, you have always been a great sister and an even better friend who I have confided in about boys, troubles, and school. Thank you for always listening to my dramatic tales.

I can't wait for your wedding this summer!! 

There have been so many friends that have come and gone in my life and I have learned from all of you. Thank you for what it was that you taught me and for your help.


My education has come from many informal experiences with my family and friends, but one in particular person who helped me in and out of the classroom was a professor. My mentor. The Guru of Colonial History. He taught me a lot about history and how to interpret it, but he also taught me a lot about who I am and what I stand for and how I need to go for the desires I have. 
To some this may sound like a reverse order to be getting through school and then having adventures. But I find that this is the way my road map was traced.

"Life is a Journey and only you hold the map".

I soon will be standing in front of a door, unlocking it and seeing the bare walls inside. this will become a room of learning and understanding of the past. I will be able to be part of that transformation and I will teach.


I can't wait to be a teacher.

All Hail!

I was thinking about how I was going to "Penelope" my last entry. (*Don't know Penelope--check her out on the link. She is a character from SNL skits that always has to one up everyone)

Penelope at the Wedding

I decided I would do so by pledging my allegiance to my freak flag. Yes, you read that correctly. A freak flag is loosening up and being who you are. I heard it first on the movie, The Family Stone. It is in the scene when Luke Wilson and Sarah Jessica Parker are at the bar and he tells "You have a freak flag; you just don't fly it". While watching this the other day, I realized it is something I need to do. It is something that everyone needs to do, and since I do not believe in only making resolutions at the beginning of the year, but whenever they come, today is the day I fly my freak flag. I have to tell why this part of the movie stuck out to me.

The other day I ran into an old co-worker while in the company of a person I was catching up with. This coworker is a chatter box and had to tell the person I was with about when he met me, "how prim & proper" I was and his first interaction with me was just that. I do not recall this, but he remembers me vividly telling him to stop cursing while at work (at the gas station) while there were children in the store and ladies working. I am sure that I probably did say that, it sounds like me, but I don't remember, but he remembers that and had to tell his story about me.

I then sat there while he rattled off about aliens and ghosts existences and was trapped in my own mind about that perception of always being prim & proper. I know that this was a very nice compliment from this gentleman, but it has caused me to decided to pole my Freak Flag, high and proud. The perception of others on me should not matter, as long as I am happy with myself, I will find others that will be happy around me for being who I am and not being refined or

-->scrupulous. There is a time and a place.

I sometimes get so consumed in school work and books that I forget what it is like to have fun and to be fun. This allegiance is my pledge to have fun. This is my last semester of school and I want to make the most of it and fill my head with memories for those cloudy days that come. I want to be proud of my freak side and not apologize for my craziness! 

Let the Freak prevail in us all!!!

5 Mile Adventure

December 30th was a night of miracles! The Lord certainly had ways of blessing and reminding me of His constant attention in my life. A dear friend and I went and saw 127 Hours in Salt Lake. If you don't know anything about this movie it is all about the experience of Aron Ralston--the man who had to cut off his arm in Southern Utah to get free from being pinned for 5 days by a boulder. It was an amazing movie (they kept it real to what he experienced) from the angles, the music, to filming in the actual place he was pinned, it was spectacular. Once the movie ended, I was just in awe and began to be grateful for all the small and simple things life brings me daily. I then began to thank the Lord for some of these simple things.
After the movie we went to 711 and got some hot chocolate and drove around in my car, Daphne. We were able to discuss many things that both of us needed to get off our chest to a person we trusted. So, we drove around for a good 45 minutes until I parked Daphne so that we could continue talking and I could stop killing the environment. We stopped driving at the U of U institute parking lot.
I put my car on the spot where all the electronic bells and whistles will work but the engine is not turned on. While we were sitting there I got the thought prompting me that I should go and drive my car back to where Scott's was. I ignored it, thinking back to myself 'I am enjoying this conversation, I do not want him to think I am kicking him out'. A couple minutes after this the thought came to turn my car all the way off. I yet again ignored that with the rebuttal it was 16 degrees outside, I am keeping my heated seats on. 
Then. . . 

BOOF.

Daphne's battery died. Since she is an automatic we were in a bit of a pickle. Thanks to technology of smart phones, we learned that my friends car was 5 miles away from where we were. AGH!! I was not about to walk that with no gloves and trendy (not warm) boots.

As I mentioned, we were stuck at the U of U Institute parking lot. We left his car on 300 S. He then has the genius idea for us to have an adventure-- we'll coast all the way down to State Street.

I initially thought there is no way we can get that far, but I decided that was better than nothing. I figured even if we only get a little ways it will be better than where we were.
We spent a while trying to get the car out of the parking lot and onto the street without hitting snowbank or falling on our faces. Since this was his genius plan, I gave him the wheel. He knew how to get to his car better than I did, and I felt safer being the passenger. Once we were on a the main street we ran and then jumped in. With a prayer in my heart that we would not get pulled over, or in an accident by our plan to just go through any red light that we were faced with we began to drift down toward State Street.
We were coasting Daphne down well. We were going fast for a vehicle that was not running we were going normal speed.
Miraculously, we had no red lights. I wish that I could express into words how amazing this was to experience. It was as if God had changed all the lights for us to make it down. Even when we were coming up to a red light, one-two blocks prior it would change to green. We made it all the way down to 400 so and State Street. My friend ran to get his car and came back to jump start mine. After all our panting, pushing and pulling the car, and our silent prayers, it was fixed in a matter of seconds.
The Lord was truly listening to our silent prayers in our hearts and helped protect us. I feel very humble from this experience.I saw in so many ways the Lord's hand impact my life even though I was being stubborn and prideful and did not listen to the promptings he offered to protect before any scenario appeared. I am grateful that He is merciful enough to forgive my for my pride. Though we traveled 5 miles to get down the hill and close to his car, I took a big 30 foot leap into understanding and opening my eyes more to the power and influence God has on/in/through my life. 
I feel electric from this experience. It just reiterates to me that no matter what He is always there ready to listen and help in anyway He can in our lives. This was something that was simple, but means so much to me because it helped me to be humbled and have a greater appreciation for His hand in my life! This experience has not only humbled me with God's hand in my life, but the whisperings of the Holy Ghost that I need to listen to and not think that I know better. This was a small thing that has tested my faith to not understand but just do. Though I had not done so, this experience cleared my clouded mind to make it so I will do better in the future.
Happy New Year!!