I enjoy the weekends, particularly those without any homework or any outward distractions.
When it is one of those "quiet weekends", I read. listen to music (usually gospel or country), meditate, and pray. Spending time with God is what I cherish most because I know He is always with me and will help me whenever I am in trouble or need a friend. And God is the best Friend anybody can ever have!
I have a brother, but he's not really my brother, at least in the normal sense. My brother was born with a rare medical condition that causes him to go in and out of the hospital (mostly for breathing issues) and has caused him to become increasingly disabled. He can no longer see or talk, but he can hear; I know he can because whenever he hears our voices, he breaks out into a huge, earsplitting grin and laughs in his own special way. His name is Owen; he is two years old.
That he has lived this long has been nothing short of miraculous. Doctors didn't think he'd make it to his first birthday. He's beat their predictions by over a year. It just goes to show you how strong he really is. My little brother is my hero, but caring for him is a full time job, even if he WERE healthy. You know how two year olds are ... ever curious, full of adventure, and always on the lookout for fun.
When Owen is sick or in the hospital, I pray more ferverently than before. I don't want to lose my brother any sooner than what is expected; I love him too much. He is so cute: he looks just like Daddy with his big, brown eyes and red hair that is so red it looks like the lit end of a match. I don't know what I would do if we were to lose Owen (and we will, but I try not to think about that; I try to enjoy him as much as I can while he is still alive); it would just devastate me, seeing I am so close to him!
I wish I had a sister; that way, I could talk with somone about my innermost feelings about Owen's illness or whenever he's in the hospital. Instead, I keep it in and I get angry. Very angry. I then turn mean and nasty, which is not all like me; this is why my counselor at the mental health clinic suggested that I write a journal, so that is what I am doing here. I hope it will help; I hate having all this anger and worry inside of me!
My name is Amy R. Kendall. I am 15 years old. I live with my family in Woonsocket, New Jersey. I have my parents and of course, Owen Jacob. I do have a cat; it's name is Stripes; it's a grey-and-black tabby wih green eyes. She's really pretty; she's real friendly and has made it clear that she's my cat. Anybody else she's aloof; but with me she's all full of purrs and love. I just adore my cat!
When I am not home or doing homework (or at church), I like to read, write, watch tv (Inspiration Channel, as well as the Hallmark Family Channel), roller skate, ice skate, go sledding, hang out with my friends, play hackysack, travel, go to concerts, take pictures, and do scrapbooking as a hobby. I also like to dance, play the piano, and sing.
My best friend is Kinley Clarke; she is one year younger than me and is very pretty with her curly blonde hair, blue-grey eyes, and lightly freckled face. She is skinnier han I am; I'm a pudgeball. She's also taller than me.
Kinley and I have been best friends since kindergarten; we go back a very long way.
Well, I hate to run, but I have to help Mama get Owen ready for bed. I will write in here again soon; sorry this seems so short and disjointed ... I'm still trying to get used to this journaling business; it's a lot harder than I anticipated. Take care and God bless!
~Amy Reese Kendall. :)