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I’m going to spend the day with my husband, so no time for new material. My cheat is reposting the beginning of my yet-unpublished-because-I’m-terrified book.

Also, since this is now an excerpt from a published book, check out the source here.

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Memoirs of an Ordinary Girl: The Middle-ish Ages

By Terree Klaes

      Prologue (or Disclaimer)
If you don’t expect too much, you won’t be disappointed. This isn’t a “self-help” book to boost your friend and/or money making abilities. I’m not a famous star revealing shocking secrets about other celebrities.  In fact, I don’t think I have ever known anybody famous.  I wish I could say that you should read this book because it will turn your world upside down, but it probably won’t.  All I can tell you honestly is that I hope to entertain you.

Wait!  Don’t put the book down yet.  Admittedly, I am just an ordinary girl, with an extraordinarily ordinary life.  I could be the girl next door.  It’s just that I decided to put it all on paper. The people I have known are what have made my life interesting. These and the everyday, or…

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GOOOOAAAAAALLLLLL!

I have been reading a book called Quitter: Closing the Gap Between Your Day Job & Your Dream Job by Jon Acuff.  (Ok, so I was reading it, but then I had to quit for a while because my day job was taking up all my dream job time, and I just picked it back up.)

I know you’re asking yourself why in the world a high school English teacher would want to give up all the amazing perks of her job (sometimes sarcasm is hard to read, so I’m letting you know it’s here); the answer is simple: I am becoming exhausted, and I do not want to burn out or become one of those ineffective, jaded teachers who just go through the motions of the job.  For now, I’ve still got this, but the day is coming when I know I just won’t be able to do it with a passion anymore. It’s better to prepare for that now than to wait for the breakdown to happen.

Aside from teaching, there are only a few career paths I ever considered following: writer, singer, M&M quality tester.  I’m too shy to sing in front of anyone and am probably best in the car…alone; I’m not sure where the nearest Mars candy factory is; but writing has always been a passion of mine.  I also have recently discovered a new passion: doing something in the way of creating awareness of or helping survivors of human trafficking.

So in this book I started reading again about an hour ago, Acuff talks about the “plan myth” (all references to this book in this post come from “Chapter 5: Wait on the Main Stage”).  We all think we need a detailed plan in order to become successful, but in reality, we first need passion and practice, and then a plan will sort of develop itself.  I’m a planner, so I think before I read this I was overwhelmed by the fact that I don’t even know how to develop a plan of success for these two passions of mine.  Apparently that’s ok, which is good, because I was trying to develop a plan just to develop a plan (which I would probably then color code…).

Examples: Acuff gave an analogy of a soccer player scoring a goal. He could never predict the exact conditions of the moment of the goal.  Sometimes everything just lines up.  The soccer player had the passion and practice, and the rest worked itself out.  Another analogy was of an extreme skier.  He knew he could only plan about four moves at a time because as he got closer to obstacles/choices, exact predictions would be impossible. To quote Jon Acuff, “The conditions of your dream will change as quickly as that mountain face [reference to the skier analogy]. New opportunities will come into view. Unexpected obstacles will arise.  And while your passion will remain the same, your plan has to be flexible enough to accommodate them.”

I’ve always been a believer in writing down my goals.  I heard or read somewhere that when we write things down, we are more likely to accomplish or achieve whatever it is. So, I guess writing down the final goal and waiting to fill in the details of the journey when we can makes the most sense. Depending on where we write these goals, we may also increase accountability.

This blog is part of my practice for my writing passion.  Not only am I practicing my writing, but I’m also declaring that I will work on getting my adolescent novel published in some form as soon as possible.  I am going on a mission trip to Costa Rica this summer to try to get some practice for my other passion of working with survivors of human trafficking.  My true and ultimate goal is that one day my passions can collide.

One other idea from Acuff’s “Chapter 5: Wait on the Main Stage” is that it’s good to start out invisible while we practice our passions.  It gives us a chance to mess up without pressure.  Now I can continue to practice in this blog and not worry about my small following, which does not even include my own mother, because this is my Nebraska phase (read the book if you want to know what that means).

The Tin Man’s (or woman’s, in this case) Assessment of Society’s Current Direction

As a high school teacher, I get a unique look into the future of this nation, and sometimes it is scary! Please understand that I do teach some wonderful kids who are really going to make a positive impact on the world around them, but they have much to counterbalance that. The kids I teach are primarily the advanced kids, so even though English is a core requirement in 10th grade, my class is optional, and many do not make it. Some of these kids feel that just by their being admitted into my course and by their taking up space in my classroom, they should automatically receive high grades.  Since they are smart, it is obviously my job to place little magic A’s into every possible place in my gradebook.  Why should they even be required to do any work?  They think I owe them this.

I feel it is my job to get them ready for life after high school: the “real world” as not seen on MTV.  The fact that I expect them not only to do work, but to do it well annoys them. My theory is to always aim as high as possible so that even if you don’t make it all the way, you’ll still land somewhere above everyone else.

This last Thursday was our last day of school, and I already had the grades in and finalized when I went in for my last day on Friday.  I opened my email to find this message from a student who had done mediocre work on his best days in my class:

“I couldn’t get one point to get a C for the semester? really?”

My reply: “I’m pretty sure you had the entire semester to work that out for yourself.  I don’t give handouts.  I just plug in the numbers students earn.  If you are not happy with the results, that’s on you, not me.”

(BTW- A C requires a 70% and he had a 68.35%, so apparently his math is not much better than his English.)

He took his communication one step farther with me and replied, “I worked hard the entire time, if i knew my hard work wouldn’t get me one point that i needed, i would have dropped your class when everyone else did. I didn’t think you were that heartless.”

(Don’t even get me started on the butchering of grammar and mechanics in this email to his English II Honors teacher)

This came from the kid who apparently bragged on Facebook about getting a 38% on his research paper in my class, and thought it was funny.

I have some choice words for him, which I obviously cannot use in any response to him, and I will just let him stew over this all summer and not respond at all. Now, I know I am right, but the scary part is that I think he truly believes that he is right, and I am wrong.  Any mature adult, and quite honestly, many of my students, and probably even my two Australian shepherds, know better and see that I would be doing him no favors by “giving” him a grade he did not earn, and would, in fact, only be adding to his delusions of grandeur (I’ve been wanting a place to use this phrase often quoted in Star Wars); however, this does not make me feel much better because this thinking seems to be gaining popularity.

Why? How?

Apparently this young man has a couple of older brothers who subscribe to a similar philosophy, which leads this trail straight back to the parents. Now, they have not chimed in on this matter, and I doubt they will. I understand they are quite hands-off with their kids and leave them alone quite often while they travel, leaving them (the parents) feeling guilty and giving in to whatever whims their children have.  Of course, I have also had parents attack me for similar situations, twisting it into being my fault that “Johnny” got an F after he didn’t turn in any of his work, etc.

As to the “heartless” comment in the last email message, tell that to the young ladies who confided in me about abuse, deaths of loved ones, health issues, and situations of poverty, who all thanked me for being there for them and hugged me on our last day together.  Oh, and a few of them only pulled off D’s in my class too, but they understood that I helped them as much as I could and the rest was on them.  They took responsibility, and in the end, they still saw that I cared about and for them.  After all, it’s hard to be heartless and be a teacher.  We don’t do it for the money, the benefits, the job security, or the recognition, because there isn’t much to be had in any of those areas these days.  Being an effective teacher takes the know how to deliver tough love.

If you are a parent, please think about what you want your child to be like when he or she grows older.  What legacy do you want to leave behind?  Is the idea of entitlement one you want to plant on your child?  “really?”

My Summer Vacation by: Terri Klaes Harper

Summer is finally here, and many people have been asking me, “What do you plan to do with your summer break?  Don’t you get bored?”  As if I’m instantly pining away for the new school year to start. Here’s the truth on that matter:  Teachers aren’t sad during the summer.  We do not curl up in the fetal position and rock back and forth, begging for papers to grade as if experiencing school withdrawals.  It just doesn’t happen. NO!  We only have two months of the entire year to truly LIVE. Give us some credit.

What are my plans?  I plan on relaxing as much as possible (for ten months of the year I’m wound up so tightly, I make skinny jeans look comfortable)- blogging, reading books, writing and editing a book, sleeping in the hammock, spending quality time with my husband, running and working out, playing with my dogs, going to the beach, working on the house, cooking yummy food, chilling with friends, relearning Spanish, etc.

And when I’m not relaxing, I’m going to work on saving the world.  Yep- I’m going to make as much of an impact as I can on my mission trip to Costa Rica in July.  My secret wish is to be a superhero and end human trafficking.  I get to learn a bit about that this summer with the Rahab Foundation.  I feel my future holds my husband as my human trafficking fighting partner, and dogs as our sidekicks.  More on that later.

So, my question to you is, what are you going to do with your summer?

I want to be 90% perfect when I grow up!

In order to take my first step in this direction, I promise right now that I will not even proofread or edit this blog post…seriously, which is incredibly difficult for me.  I wouldn’t want the two readers I get (one of them includes myself) to see my imperfections. So many times in life people like me miss out on opportunities because we are afraid to step out or present anything reflecting ourselves unless it is perfect; however,

                                       nobody can do everything perfectly.

There, I said it.  Whew! I hate it, but it’s true…and that includes me.

The reason I will probably only have one person besides myself read this blog post is because I rarely post anything on here.  Why?  Because I have little time for unnecessary endeavors such as a blog, and if I don’t have the time to put into it to make it perfect, I’d rather not do it at all.

I need a 12-step program to kick the perfectionist habit.

I’m reading Quitter by Jon Acuff, and the current chapter opened my eyes to this problem. He says, “90 percent perfect and shard with the world always changes more lives than 100 percent perfect and stuck in your head.” This is my problem.  Not only am I a perfectionist afraid for anyone to see me produce anything less than the absolute best, but I am also an introvert who tends to keep my inner self to myself.

I need God’s help on this because if I don’t simplify my life soon in this area, all the pent up potential I have is only going to overwhelm me and make me burn out.  Passion fills my heart and I have untapped talents, but I always feel that if I can’t do it perfectly, I shouldn’t do it at all. How am I ever going to change lives  if I let perfection hold me back?

Just because I don’t feel like I’ve written a masterpiece to inspire doesn’t mean someone won’t happen upon my 90% perfection and still garner a little life truth that makes a difference.  We will hardly ever actually see the impacts we make on others.

Ok- now I am about to publish this WITHOUT proofreading.  There may only be one reader this time because I don’t think I can look now.

Let Freedom Ring!

It’s been some time since I have felt compelled to contribute my “voice” to cyberspace, but I’ve been ruminating on much: my future, human trafficking, serving people and God.  How can all of these ideas coexist?  A better question may be, how can these ideas not exist together for me? Many of the thoughts I have been pondering will remain deep in the caverns of my mind for a bit longer, though I will expound on my recent thoughts on the atrocity of human trafficking: the imprisonment of human beings against their will for the purposes of trade and profit.

Last Sunday was Abraham Lincoln’s birthday, and this Monday many of us get to enjoy a day off from work to celebrate President’s Day. President Lincoln remains one of the favorite presidents among many, even to this day.  Talk about being a president up against hard times!  Yet he was able to reunite our nation (which is a good thing since other countries were waiting and hoping our young republic would fail even then) and end slavery in the United States, neither of which was a small or easy task. Yeah, he’s one of my heroes. The cool hat is just a bonus.  However… I cannot help but imagine Lincoln would feel heartbroken to learn that slavery still exists, not just in other areas of the world, but IN OUR OWN COUNTRY as well.

Then I also think of William Wilberforce, who spent his life working to abolish the African-British slave trade. Just three days before he died, he was informed of the passing of the Slavery Abolition Act of 1833, and he was able to die with the peace that his life’s work had not been in vain.  Though I cannot help but imagine Wilberforce would feel demoralized if he learned that worldwide slavery still exists.  In fact, there are an estimated  27 million people enslaved today, which is more than double the number of Africans enslaved during the entire Trans-Atlantic slave trade.

People unwittingly believe that slavery no longer exists, or they feel it is happening in remote areas of the world, and so they care little about the matter.  If people are ignorant to this activity it is because those of us who do know need to keep spreading the word and make people aware.  Creating the awareness is the first step to take in order to make a difference.  But for those who do know yet choose to ignore it or to believe whatever is happening in remote parts of the world is of no concern to them, they are just as guilty as those who actually shackle other human beings.

In my efforts to educate people on the matter of human trafficking and modern day slavery, I actually have had people ask me not to tell them about it because it’s awful and they didn’t want to know something that bad exists.  Why not?  Ignoring it doesn’t make it go away! Should we behave like ostriches and stick out heads in the sand?  Facing it head on, spreading the word, and working to abolish slavery in all its evil facets is the ONLY way it will end.  Otherwise we’re just big stupid birds with our butts in the air.  If this makes you angry, good.  Get angry.  Get downright furious… and DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!

“The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing.”  Albert Einstein

My husband and I watched Taken starring Liam Neeson last night.  I know as a Christian that I am not really supposed to promote violence, but I have to confess that I enjoyed the idea of these evil people involved in forcing unsuspecting young women into prostitution “getting what they deserved.” Sure, the movie is fictional, but there is truth in it too.  This sort of thing truly does exist and it makes me angry.  Most often it is in a similar form to that of what takes place in the movie, but young children are also sold, kidnapped, and forced into it as well.  In fact, up the 1.2 million of these victims are children, some of them as young as six years old!  At this point, angry seems a weak word, but whatever it is, it is a righteous anger.  God wants us to be angry at injustices because we should not accept them; we need to find ways to stop them.  This doesn’t mean we become vigilantes, but we can certainly start by informing others of these injustices and contributing in whatever ways we feel we can to prevent, to rescue, and to rehabilitate.

“Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves; ensure justice for those being crushed. Yes, speak up for the poor and helpless, and see that they get JUSTICE.” Proverbs 31:8-9

Here are some of the groups I know of that are fighting against human trafficking. There are more of them out there.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-VC8AUE3Bc   Nefarious: Merchant of Souls trailer

Love 146

FIGHT (Fight Injustice and Global Human Trafficking)

Somaly Mam Foundation

Florida Coalition Against Human Trafficking

Team This is STILL my AWESOME back

A Human Trafficking Jam

Christmas is my favorite time of year (cliche, I know); the reasons for this joy have changed over the years as I’ve grown up and come to realize what is really important in this life I’ve been blessed to live. It was once about getting gifts.  Then it was about getting the perfect gifts for others.  Last year my husband was unemployed and we opted out of gifts altogether, a choice which opened my eyes and heart in a new way.  Perhaps I’d lost sight, or never had it in the first place, of the TRUE meaning of Christmas.  A savior was born with the full intention of dying as the ultimate sacrifice for a lost world that continually turns its back on Him.

Now that is LOVE!

So it is with this in mind that I go forward.  Christmas is about salvation… for everyone.

Some time back I prayed that God would “break my heart for what breaks [His],” and he’s been doing it over and over again.  The further I research human trafficking as I get ready to run another 200 mile relay with some friends to help fight this atrocity, the more my heart breaks, and the angrier I become that more people aren’t doing anything to stop it.  Doesn’t anyone care?  There are 27 million people around the world right now who need SALVATION from slavery.  Many are children, and for them my heart breaks the most.  We are to stand up for the orphans, the widows, the poverty-stricken…and those who cannot stand up for themselves.

I’ve recently become frustrated.  As our race comes closer (Ragnar Relay FL Keys, Jan 6-7), our fundraising meter continues to stay at about 12-13% of our goal.  I guess it’s a bad time of year to ask for donations.  Money is tight for many these days and their families are the priority for Christmas spending.  I get that, but just wish everyone could set aside just a tiny bit to give these children the gift of freedom, even donating in the name of a loved one perhaps.  I think the problem is that Christmas has become so commercialized that many have forgotten that SALVATION and SACRIFICE are the true meaning of this beautiful holiday.  It’s sad.

I have little money to give (right now anyway), so I understand that side of the issue.  But there is hope.  Though little money has come in yet for our cause (Love 146), we’ve managed to get the word out about human trafficking, and creating awareness is the first step.  When people find out about this race and why I’m running it, I get a chance to answer a lot of questions.  Maybe when people do have money again, they will remember the 27 million slaves and help us free them, just as Jesus came to free us from our bondage. I’d love to do more… like hold each of those little children suffering at the hands of sick child molesters, and tell them that no matter what has happened in their lives, God loves them, and so do I.  But until then, I will continue to spread awareness and work towards a human trafficking jam (abolishing slavery) in the only ways I can.

Several years ago, Jewel put out a Christmas album, and her song “Hands” was on it.  It isn’t a traditional Christmas song, but it seems to capture what I believe God wants us to understand about Christmas.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lk0bKfC8XSE

If you are interested in giving to our cause:

http://www.firstgiving.com/fundraiser/robert-harper/love146rr

Memoirs of an Ordinary Girl…

Memoirs of an Ordinary Girl: The Middle-ish Ages

By Terree Klaes

      Prologue (or Disclaimer)
If you don’t expect too much, you won’t be disappointed. This isn’t a “self-help” book to boost your friend and/or money making abilities. I’m not a famous star revealing shocking secrets about other celebrities.  In fact, I don’t think I have ever known anybody famous.  I wish I could say that you should read this book because it will turn your world upside down, but it probably won’t.  All I can tell you honestly is that I hope to entertain you.

Wait!  Don’t put the book down yet.  Admittedly, I am just an ordinary girl, with an extraordinarily ordinary life.  I could be the girl next door.  It’s just that I decided to put it all on paper. The people I have known are what have made my life interesting. These and the everyday, or not so everyday experiences I have had all make me what I am today.  And if these characters and experiences entertain or induce nostalgic feelings for others, then I am glad to play the bard… I mean part.

My name is Drew Hotchner.  Allow me to date myself here.  I was born in the year of the original Star Wars.  This is not the one where little Anakin races pods, but where he was already Darth Vader, building death stars and wreaking havoc on a galaxy far, far away.  What?  You don’t keep time and history by Star Wars?  Okay.  I will try to refrain from further allusions to one of the greatest masterpieces of all time, though you would notice that they surround you in your everyday life already, if you just took the time to watch the entire saga, with its amalgam of wonderful characters (sans Jar Jar Binks, and Ewoks for some).

For those of you who may be too young to understand my prior telling of my age, all you need to know is that I had one adolescent foot in the ‘80s (big hair, big make-up, big portable stereos, then called “boom boxes”), and then jumped into full adolescence during the big ‘90s grunge invasion.  Some of you may be thinking, “Whoa!  This woman is like really old!” If you still don’t know what any of this means, google it.

I’ve always heard that it’s best to write about what you know or what you have done, so I figured I could write about what I know I have done.  I have changed names and combined characters in order to protect the identities of my cohorts by jamming them into as few people as possible.  For these events to have happened to only this limited number of characters would seem, at times, impossible, though I vow that I was at least in some way involved (except for the really bad stuff, Mom).

      In the Beginning…
Some people say you can never go back.  I can’t imagine why anybody would want to anyway.  Still, there are ties in our lives that will bind us forever to our pasts, and I just knew I could never completely sever mine.

I was twelve when I moved to that dreadful little town.  Out of all the places we could have moved to, my parents chose an obscure town tucked in the foothills of Virginia.  It wasn’t really a bad town.  It just wasn’t me.  I had dreamt of a city to live in, or at least a suburb where I could peddle my bike up and down the road and go for walks around the neighborhood with my friends, up and down the sidewalk.  What did I get?  A house five miles outside of a town that seemed no bigger to me than a small village as seen only on TV… you know, the weird freaky towns on the Syfy network.  I was born and raised in California, only to experience the biggest culture shock of my entire existence.

We got rid of my bike.  There would be no smooth surfaces for riding where we moved.  And forget sidewalks.  When the roads weren’t even paved, what was the use of a sidewalk?  Nothing but gravel and steep hills from that point on.  How was I going to cope?

Hold on.  Let me back up.  You need to understand how this came to be.  Therefore, I believe I’ll start prior to the beginning of my sudden new life.  Still following?

Copyright Terri Klaes Harper 2011

This excerpt is part of my recently published book.  Check it out here!

To Love…

What is love?  What does it take to love?  How can we show love?

A few answers according to Love 146:  “Love protects.  Love defends. Love restores. Love empowers.”

What is Love 146?

This is an amazing organization which exists to save children from becoming victims and to rehabilitate those who have already become victims.  Few people realize how much slavery still exists in our world… but it’s a different type of slavery.  It is mostly children.

Children.

Love 146 is an organization of abolitionists, and I want to help them.  I’m an abolitionist now too.

About a year and a half ago I began to run, for the first time in my life.  I always hated running, but I did it for these children.  A few groups from my church formed teams to run a crazy 200 mile relay across Florida (www.ragnarrelay.com) in an attempt to raise money and awareness for Love 146.  Some of us are doing it again, all the way from Miami to Key West (199 miles).  Yep, I’m still running, because these children do not have the freedoms I have.

What does this have to do with my usual blog topic? Most of these children are orphans, which is how they are so easily targeted to become sex slaves.  Exploited is a better choice of words, actually.  I cannot adopt them all, but I can help protect as many as possible.  Please spread the word about this. Watch the video. Read what my husband wrote on our donation page.  Consider giving.  If you can’t, you can still be a part of the solution by being educated and helping to educate others to this heinous activity. Awareness is critical.

“Love protects. Love defends. Love restores. Love empowers.”  You can help.  Be an abolitionist.

http://love146.org/videos/imagine

http://www.firstgiving.com/fundraiser/robert-harper/love146rr

Tales of Inspiration

I knew from a young age that I was different.  I seem to have always hated conforming.  Sometimes I wished I could because it would have been easier, but I have convictions about being honest with myself as often as possible, whether others respect or appreciate that or not.  I’ve always liked the idea of doing what most people probably wouldn’t even consider doing, though I have not always been brave enough to actually follow through.  I’ve also always had a desire to show compassion to others and to stand up for those unable to stand up for themselves.  It is then no surprise that I was inspired by muses which would not be considered normal for inspiration, or at least probably not in the way I found them inspiring.  Am I rambling now?  Sorry.

My favorite movie as a child was Annie.  I had it memorized and could sing, and usually did sing-much to my sisters’ dismay- every song from the soundtrack.  I liked Annie, and I loved her story.  She was an orphan who found a home. I don’t think I knew what an orphan was before that movie came into my life, but I was intrigued.  I was saddened to learn her real parents had actually died, but happy in her finding a home where she would be loved by all.  It was a happy ending for her, but I also remember making up an ending in my head which included all of the other orphans getting adopted as well.  They all needed homes and parents to love them, give them new lockets, and throw them huge parties at the finale.

Annie was not the only inspiration I got from my childhood in the 80’s.  My favorite character on The Facts of Life was Natalie, and she was adopted.  Different Strokes had a twist on the adoption story where a rich white man took in two poor and orphaned black boys.  He loved them as his own; it was great and almost controversial.  I cannot remember many other specific shows or movies (I think there was one called Rags to Riches which was also musical), but there always seemed to be stories such as these to pique my interest in the world of adoption.

Yet, not all of my inspiration came from fictional rich white guys in New York City adopting orphans. There are a few biblical stories I also remember pondering.  In order to save Moses’s life, his mother had to give him up; she placed him in a basket, and sent him down the river in hopes someone would rescue and keep him.  God guided that basket to the Pharaoh’s daughter.  She raised him as her own and he grew up living as royalty.  Had this not happened, God could not have used him to liberate the Jews from Egypt.

Another biblical character who was adopted, in a sense, is Jesus.  Yep.  He had a heavenly father, God, who sent Him to be born as a human, and taken in by a human family.  Mary gave birth to him, but she was basically an adoptive mother.  And Joseph… well he had to get a visit from an angel in order to decide adopting Jesus was the right thing to do.  After all, he knew he was not the father.  Now, because of that “adoption” we are now able to be adopted by God once we accept Him into our lives.  Oh, the power of adoption, of opening one’s heart to the otherwise neglected.

Because of these stories and realities being a part of my childhood, I remember telling a friend of mine, back when we were in middle school, that I was going to adopt children instead of having my own so that I could help orphans find love.

I had forgotten about that until a few years ago, when I started being plagued by the concerns by others of my lack of procreation.  I kept thinking that it was odd that I never had a desire to conceive my own child.  Seriously, what was wrong with me?  What kind of woman does not feel the need to create new life?  Why did God not see me as fit to be part of this natural process of life?  It started to bother me.  But then I realized that God had other plans for me.  Not everyone would be comfortable taking in a child not of their own flesh, but I would actually prefer it.  God makes us all for a purpose, and those orphans need someone to want them.  So again I find myself wanting not to conform, but to stand up for and love those who need love.