I'm working hard on my 41 for 41 campaign. Trying to reach out to everyone by every means possible so it case you have some how eluded all my other social media attempts to reach you here is just one more.
I'm trying to reach 41 new sponsors for children through Compassion International by my 41st birthday. Hence the 41 for 41. If you would like to help or would like more information on Compassion and my campaign you can head on over to my little blog at John's Blog. Thursday, March 6, 2014
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
The Boys Reading Great American Literature
Friday, February 4, 2011
The Education of Adopted Older Children
I want to write this as a bit of encouragement to parents who are considering the international adoption of older children. Obviously there are a lot of factors and issues involved in adopting older children that are not as relevant when adopting babies. One issue that is often a concern is how will the older child adapt to English and to the American education system. This concern is true for whether you are planning on having your child attend school or homeschool. Well, I just want to let you know that our 15 year old son, a sophomore in a public school just recently made a 93 on his United States History exam. When you consider that he is still learning English and that just 6 months ago he did not know who Robert E. Lee or Ulysses S. Grant were, what he has accomplished is nothing short of remarkable. This isn't to say that it has been easy. It has required a great deal of work but it can be done.
I know that this doesn't address every issue of concern that prospective parents have but hopefully it will encourage you on this one.
I know that this doesn't address every issue of concern that prospective parents have but hopefully it will encourage you on this one.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
The Santa Scheme
Thursday night we had the official tree lighting ceremony at school. So we went and enjoyed some holiday music while the kids gathered around the tree waiting for the tree to be lit. Soon after they officially lit the tree, the big guy arrived- Santa. Feromsa and Bereket were REALLY excited about this and all of the boys immediately start scheming. They decide that they should all ask him for an X-Box 360 w/ Kinect to increase their odds of getting it. (Mom and Dad had already said no since we already own a Wii and a ton of games.) Joshua told them he wasn't going to see Santa- after all, he is a big 5th grader. So Feromsa went first (somehow he ended up at the front of the line- I'm sure it was his charm!) He asked Santa for the X-Box 360 w/ Kinect and was feeling good. Bereket finally arrived at the front of the line (after giving the advent calendar that was only given away to the first 50 families to the girl in front of him that didn't get one.) He intently spoke with Santa and finally it was time to go home (12 hours at school is a really long time!) So as we're walking out I asked Bereket "So what did you ask Santa to bring you?" Bereket excitedly responds "Toy Story 3 and Toy Story glasses." Feromsa then shouts "WHAT?!?! YOU WERE SUPPOSE TO ASK FOR AN X-BOX!! WE MADE A PLAN!!"
So much for scheming against Santa. ;o)
So much for scheming against Santa. ;o)
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
A Party at Our House
Hannah and I were at Walmart this evening getting a few odds and ends. I decided that while we were there that I would go ahead and get something for tomorrow night's dinner. Now tomorrow is Wed. and with having church I always like to make sure that Wed. night dinner is something easy to fix. So, for tomorrow I decided to simply buy something that was heat and eat. We went to the frozen foods and I grabbed a thing of Mexican style lasagna. As I picked it up I said to Hannah, "Look we don't even bother getting the 'family size' anymore. We go straight for the 'party size.'" She didn't exactly agree though with my sentiment that, "Without even inviting another soul, every night in our house is a party."
Monday, September 27, 2010
The Noise
Last night I was tired. I'm always tired on Sunday night. For me Sunday is a work day and I get tired. Last night was no exception. Despite this, I was sitting at the table with my wife, some kids were wrestling, some were arguing with me and mom about, well, I can't even tell you what we were discussing. I can tell you this, the house was loud. There was noise coming from everywhere it seemed. It was sheer chaos and I was tired. Never the less, there was this little smile on my face. Never the less, I wasn't going anywhere. My little house seemed to be just one big crazy loud mess last night and it was wonderful. Even with everything, even with all the noise, there was peace. I love my family. I love my wife. I love my kids. And just between you and me, I often joke with my kids about looking forward to them moving out so my house will be quiet, but really I'm going to miss the noise.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Passing on Works of Faith
In college I had a professor who said the only real ethical reason to have children is to pass on your faith. Obviously, I would like to be able to do just that with our own children. Of course, Scripture teaches us that faith without works is dead and if the discussion that my children were having the other night is any indication of some of the work they are planning than hopefully it is an indication of the faith they have in God to provide them the ability to fulfill that work. You see, the work they want to do is adopt.
Somehow a discussion began on how many children they were going to have. All but Hannah, who said she wasn't having children (which are words of a moody teenager who is just bothered by the fact that she is greatly outnumbered with 4 brothers but who didn't want to leave the babies in the orphanage in Ethiopia), said that they were going to have children and that they were all planning on adopting. It seems to me that this is a good work of faith to pass on.
With 147 million orphans in the world who need a home, I hope you'll pass it on as well.
Somehow a discussion began on how many children they were going to have. All but Hannah, who said she wasn't having children (which are words of a moody teenager who is just bothered by the fact that she is greatly outnumbered with 4 brothers but who didn't want to leave the babies in the orphanage in Ethiopia), said that they were going to have children and that they were all planning on adopting. It seems to me that this is a good work of faith to pass on.
With 147 million orphans in the world who need a home, I hope you'll pass it on as well.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
To Dance or Not to Dance, That is the Question!
So we have these birds. They are nice birds and we enjoy having them. Now it should be noted that the Daddy bird really likes Momma bird. When he is in, shall we say, a particularly playful mood he begins to do a little dance to get his wife's attention. When he does this, we often make some comment that has led Feromsa to ask why we don't want Daddy Bird to dance. We've told him that dancing leads to babies. And well, you guessed it, Feromsa is now determined never to dance and he becomes very concerned when his Dad ask Mom to dance.
Ah, to dance.
Ah, to dance.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
A Must Read!
I want to ask everyone to please read the following that was written by some friends that have recently been to Ethiopia and are fellow adoptive parents. My wife first saw this on facebook and asked if I had read it. I said no and then she told me about it. She then said that I needed to read it for myself. I declined. I didn't want to read it. I knew what my reaction would be. I knew how it would sicken me. I knew that it would be extremely difficult. I wanted to do my best to ignore it. I finally read it because I knew I'd want to share it. I'm asking you not to ignore this. Please read. Please pray. Please be prepared to do something for these and the millions of children like them. Here is what Andrea Kidd wrote:
Our first day at our sponsor community called Look Development was amazing. We spent the time handing out care packages from all the families back home who treasure these kids. We, of course could not wait to meet our sponsor children in person. As Isabelle's friend walked through the door, her older sister was holding her hand. This was our introduction to Selam (10) and her sister Abeba (13). As we said hello and began giving Selam her candy and clothes and goodies, we learned what she needed was bigger than anything we could have put in that zip lock bag. They had just lost their only living parent to AIDS, and were living all alone! The 13 year old sister was taking care of them. The look of pain and fear and despair on their faces was indescribable. We knew we would be back in a week, and asked Look Development to help us help them. We left in tears that day hugging the girls and telling them we would see them in 7 days. They asked us to visit their house when we returned.
We learned later in the week that their house was in shambles and was not safe. They had no mattress, no blankets and no food. The window and door to their hut was broken, we agreed to pay for all these things and would deliver them when we returned. Prayers and prayers were lifted up for them and for our hearts to be prepared for what we would see. Nothing could have prepared us, and only Jesus, holding all our hands and holding me up could have gotten us through our next meeting.
At Look, we were shown all the supplies that had been purchased for Selam and Abeba, but there was a problem, anything that had been given to them was stolen. We could not even bring them the basic things they needed, because what they needed was even more basic! PROTECTION.
We left to go see them and where they lived. We drove and drove, down long muddy roads, until we were told we had to start walking. We walked down a thick path that led to their hut. They came running out and I saw smiles from both of them for the first time. You could see they could not believe we had come. Walking up to their house was surreal, part of my mind begged to not have to enter the door, to run away and to never look back. My flesh screamed..... my spirit walked me through their door reassuring me that this was part of our purpose and God was with us.
We stepped into a dark square of a mud hut. All that we could see was an old wire bed frame, covered in clothing.......the clothing of their deceased father and mother. This is what they slept on. Did it bring them comfort? Could they still smell their parents when they slept? On the wall, was a poster of Jesus, and there was a Mesobi (for eating and coking) in the corner. Also a very dirty yellow jug for water.....where did they even get water.....how far did they need to walk.....was it even clean? My mind was racing as the sweat began to drip down my forehead, and I watched a huge spider crawling inches from my face. I glanced at my 2 oldest, for a brief moment wandering if they were o.k......they were, but the looks on their faces I will never forget, as a work was being done right in front of my eyes.
Our representatives from Look were talking with Abeba and asking them how they were. I went weak as they described the nightly scene of drunk men coming to their house and banging on the window to get in. I pictured these 2 beautiful girls huddled together fearing that these men would break in and steal the only things they had, or even worse, steal from their innocent bodies. We told them we would pay for them to move into a new place closer to the Look Development office so they could be safe. They did not want to give up their house, it is the only memory and only thing left from their mother and father. They feared the government would take it away from them. We told them we would fix their window and door and gate, so they would be more protected......I could see Abeba's face changing, she was mustering up courage, she was so sweet and so quiet, but her face told me something was coming........I knew in my heart what is was, and I was paralyzed. She looked at us and asked to be adopted. They want a FAMILY and to be protected and loved. Pete and I barely caught each others eyes, as we had no idea how to respond. Both of us wanted to grab them and run and bring them home and never look back. Pete only said it was a very difficult and long process, and we would do what we could to help them.
We stood outside their house and hugged and prayed over them. I held each of them tight until they cried. They needed a mother's love and protection and the feel of safety, if only for a moment. I kissed them all over their faces and told them I loved them and we would see them again, and help them in the meantime. Isabelle and Johnny begged to give them all the food we had in the van, so we asked them to walk back with us. We walked down that path to the van, praying the whole way. I didn't know until later that night after looking at the pictures that we were all holding hands. Isabelle and Johnny love these girls too, and their hearts were broken and changed that day too.
As we said goodbye and drove away, I prayed to God to show me what to do. It was no accident that we were led here, that we were to see these girls and to learn their story. As I licked my lips I could taste Selam and Abeba. Anyone who has visited orphans knows that salty, dirty smell that the kids have. You look past it, because you care more about giving them love than the dirt or smell they carry. For the first time that taste was so sweet and I didn't want it to go away.
My prayer, is that these girls will be protected, that YOU will be touched by this story, moved to action of some sort, that SOMEONE may see their daughters in these two girls. Last night God told me to write this story and to share it, I pray that I was sent to these two for one of you.
Thank you for reading, looking into the dark and hard places that Jesus sees and begs us to walk with him. I thank you for passing this along to anyone and everyone, and for any step you take to help us help these girls.
I am uploading an album called" Selam and Abeba", please look at their faces and pray for them, and pass this along.
Our first day at our sponsor community called Look Development was amazing. We spent the time handing out care packages from all the families back home who treasure these kids. We, of course could not wait to meet our sponsor children in person. As Isabelle's friend walked through the door, her older sister was holding her hand. This was our introduction to Selam (10) and her sister Abeba (13). As we said hello and began giving Selam her candy and clothes and goodies, we learned what she needed was bigger than anything we could have put in that zip lock bag. They had just lost their only living parent to AIDS, and were living all alone! The 13 year old sister was taking care of them. The look of pain and fear and despair on their faces was indescribable. We knew we would be back in a week, and asked Look Development to help us help them. We left in tears that day hugging the girls and telling them we would see them in 7 days. They asked us to visit their house when we returned.
We learned later in the week that their house was in shambles and was not safe. They had no mattress, no blankets and no food. The window and door to their hut was broken, we agreed to pay for all these things and would deliver them when we returned. Prayers and prayers were lifted up for them and for our hearts to be prepared for what we would see. Nothing could have prepared us, and only Jesus, holding all our hands and holding me up could have gotten us through our next meeting.
At Look, we were shown all the supplies that had been purchased for Selam and Abeba, but there was a problem, anything that had been given to them was stolen. We could not even bring them the basic things they needed, because what they needed was even more basic! PROTECTION.
We left to go see them and where they lived. We drove and drove, down long muddy roads, until we were told we had to start walking. We walked down a thick path that led to their hut. They came running out and I saw smiles from both of them for the first time. You could see they could not believe we had come. Walking up to their house was surreal, part of my mind begged to not have to enter the door, to run away and to never look back. My flesh screamed..... my spirit walked me through their door reassuring me that this was part of our purpose and God was with us.
We stepped into a dark square of a mud hut. All that we could see was an old wire bed frame, covered in clothing.......the clothing of their deceased father and mother. This is what they slept on. Did it bring them comfort? Could they still smell their parents when they slept? On the wall, was a poster of Jesus, and there was a Mesobi (for eating and coking) in the corner. Also a very dirty yellow jug for water.....where did they even get water.....how far did they need to walk.....was it even clean? My mind was racing as the sweat began to drip down my forehead, and I watched a huge spider crawling inches from my face. I glanced at my 2 oldest, for a brief moment wandering if they were o.k......they were, but the looks on their faces I will never forget, as a work was being done right in front of my eyes.
Our representatives from Look were talking with Abeba and asking them how they were. I went weak as they described the nightly scene of drunk men coming to their house and banging on the window to get in. I pictured these 2 beautiful girls huddled together fearing that these men would break in and steal the only things they had, or even worse, steal from their innocent bodies. We told them we would pay for them to move into a new place closer to the Look Development office so they could be safe. They did not want to give up their house, it is the only memory and only thing left from their mother and father. They feared the government would take it away from them. We told them we would fix their window and door and gate, so they would be more protected......I could see Abeba's face changing, she was mustering up courage, she was so sweet and so quiet, but her face told me something was coming........I knew in my heart what is was, and I was paralyzed. She looked at us and asked to be adopted. They want a FAMILY and to be protected and loved. Pete and I barely caught each others eyes, as we had no idea how to respond. Both of us wanted to grab them and run and bring them home and never look back. Pete only said it was a very difficult and long process, and we would do what we could to help them.
We stood outside their house and hugged and prayed over them. I held each of them tight until they cried. They needed a mother's love and protection and the feel of safety, if only for a moment. I kissed them all over their faces and told them I loved them and we would see them again, and help them in the meantime. Isabelle and Johnny begged to give them all the food we had in the van, so we asked them to walk back with us. We walked down that path to the van, praying the whole way. I didn't know until later that night after looking at the pictures that we were all holding hands. Isabelle and Johnny love these girls too, and their hearts were broken and changed that day too.
As we said goodbye and drove away, I prayed to God to show me what to do. It was no accident that we were led here, that we were to see these girls and to learn their story. As I licked my lips I could taste Selam and Abeba. Anyone who has visited orphans knows that salty, dirty smell that the kids have. You look past it, because you care more about giving them love than the dirt or smell they carry. For the first time that taste was so sweet and I didn't want it to go away.
My prayer, is that these girls will be protected, that YOU will be touched by this story, moved to action of some sort, that SOMEONE may see their daughters in these two girls. Last night God told me to write this story and to share it, I pray that I was sent to these two for one of you.
Thank you for reading, looking into the dark and hard places that Jesus sees and begs us to walk with him. I thank you for passing this along to anyone and everyone, and for any step you take to help us help these girls.
I am uploading an album called" Selam and Abeba", please look at their faces and pray for them, and pass this along.
Friday, August 6, 2010
A Long Overdue Update
Our last blog post told you that we were waiting for a court date, well, we got one. Truth be told, we have had our court date. It's actually been a couple of weeks ago that we had our court date. We flew to Ethiopia on July 18th. We met our son on the 20th and on the 21st a very nice judge met with us for all of about one minute and then said, "That's it." We had to ask to confirm, but apparently "That's it" means, "Congratulations! You passed court! You are now the parents of Abel Raymer!"
So there you have it, we are the parents of a wonderful young 15 year old boy. He is ever the gentleman who is intelligent, kind, and very compassionate. We had the privileged of spending most of the week with Abel. It was a true joy getting to know him. He like his Father (remember, that's me!) enjoys history and he played our tour guide as he took us to some of Ethiopia's museums. Although, this was our second trip to Ethiopia, it was amazing to see this beautiful country, with it's rich history (by the way, there is much more to Ethiopia than just the famine of the 80's) through my son's eyes.
Our time in Ethiopia was wonderful and we left with only one regret - we couldn't bring Abel home. We have to wait for the US Embassy to finish their paperwork and then we will go back to Ethiopia for just a few days. This time though Abel will be coming home with us. Which is a very good thing. I don't believe Dottie or I want to go through another day like the last one when were in Ethiopia. At one time or another, knowing that we would have to leave our son for another month or so, we both broke down.
We are hoping to be back in Ethiopia in just a couple of weeks. Of course, this does mean one big thing - money. Yes, we still need money to finish all of this. I know that it seems that we are asking but it's the only way to bring our son home. I'd like to take this opportunity to again ask, if you are able to give anything at all to help with the enormous cost of this adoption, to help us bring our son home, please give now. Again, you can send a donation through the mail using the address to the left or you can give online using the "ChipIn." Thank you for your help and God bless you.
So there you have it, we are the parents of a wonderful young 15 year old boy. He is ever the gentleman who is intelligent, kind, and very compassionate. We had the privileged of spending most of the week with Abel. It was a true joy getting to know him. He like his Father (remember, that's me!) enjoys history and he played our tour guide as he took us to some of Ethiopia's museums. Although, this was our second trip to Ethiopia, it was amazing to see this beautiful country, with it's rich history (by the way, there is much more to Ethiopia than just the famine of the 80's) through my son's eyes.
Our time in Ethiopia was wonderful and we left with only one regret - we couldn't bring Abel home. We have to wait for the US Embassy to finish their paperwork and then we will go back to Ethiopia for just a few days. This time though Abel will be coming home with us. Which is a very good thing. I don't believe Dottie or I want to go through another day like the last one when were in Ethiopia. At one time or another, knowing that we would have to leave our son for another month or so, we both broke down.
We are hoping to be back in Ethiopia in just a couple of weeks. Of course, this does mean one big thing - money. Yes, we still need money to finish all of this. I know that it seems that we are asking but it's the only way to bring our son home. I'd like to take this opportunity to again ask, if you are able to give anything at all to help with the enormous cost of this adoption, to help us bring our son home, please give now. Again, you can send a donation through the mail using the address to the left or you can give online using the "ChipIn." Thank you for your help and God bless you.
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| Outside the church on Entoto Mt. |
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| Abel's first ever bite of pizza! |
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| Outside the Natural History Museum |
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| Our Son! |
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Waiting on a Court Date
Last Friday, our adoption agency submitted our paperwork to the Ethiopian courts. We expect to hear this week or next our exact court date. I'm guessing July 15th but John is less certain. As excited as we are to finally get there, we are also worried about money. We need approximately $9,500 for this leg of our journey. However, God has shown throughout this adoption that we have no need to worry. He is a big God and He has provided throughout this adoption. The most amazing thing to me is the number of times the money has come from complete strangers. We are in Florida visiting with the grandparents. We are staying with my parents in Chiefland for a few days. This morning, my mom decided to take the boys to the park to get them out of the house for a bit. After wards they decided to stop by Hardees for a milk shake. When they were done, Feromsa went to throw his trash away. A man sitting nearby struck up a conversation with Feromsa asking him about school, etc. Feromsa was quickly joined by Bereket, followed by Joshua and my mom. Mom mentioned how hard the boys had worked, especially since Feromsa and Bereket didn't know any English 2 years ago and she mentioned that they had been adopted and that our family was adopting again. The man quickly gets up, yells to one of the workers. "Sister Rita, I need a witness" and then promptly walked out to his car. At this point, Mom wasn't sure what to do. Before she could decide, the man returned and handed her $55. He said that he was here from California conducting a revival and that they had a concert last night. During the concert they collected an offering for widows and orphans. So he decided to give us a portion of that offering for our adoption.
Now come on people, what are the odds? A man from California just happens to be in Chiefland, FL. He just happens to be holding a revival where they just happen to collect an offering for widows and orphans. The next day he just happens to be in Hardees. My kids just happen to be there even though my kids had voted for McDonalds. My mom just happened to insist on Hardees (even though she never goes against what the kids want.) Then this man just happens to strike up a conversation with Feromsa. Coincidence? I don't think so!
Now come on people, what are the odds? A man from California just happens to be in Chiefland, FL. He just happens to be holding a revival where they just happen to collect an offering for widows and orphans. The next day he just happens to be in Hardees. My kids just happen to be there even though my kids had voted for McDonalds. My mom just happened to insist on Hardees (even though she never goes against what the kids want.) Then this man just happens to strike up a conversation with Feromsa. Coincidence? I don't think so!
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Surprise!
Our adoption is nearing its final stages. We wait to hear about our court date and to make our plans to travel to Ethiopia. Now a court date means paying to travel to Ethiopia and that takes money - more money than we have. Dottie and I were starting to worry because we have yet to hear if we received any grants and fundraising has come to a halt (there are only so many times you can beg people for money).
As our worries mounted we were surprised Saturday to receive an unexpected donation from a family who has not only already donated considerably, but has also done a tremendous amount of work to help us in our fundraising efforts.
Then this evening there was a knock on the door by a family who were looking for the pastor of the church next door. Now if you are a pastor living in the parsonage next door to the church and someone comes knocking on a Sunday night looking for you, well, you begin to worry. It turns out that this was a family who are friends of another family who heard about our adoption. These people, that we had never met, dropped by to hand us a check to help out with our adoption.
Sometimes, I even amaze myself that I worry at all. Let me just say it, God is good.
As our worries mounted we were surprised Saturday to receive an unexpected donation from a family who has not only already donated considerably, but has also done a tremendous amount of work to help us in our fundraising efforts.
Then this evening there was a knock on the door by a family who were looking for the pastor of the church next door. Now if you are a pastor living in the parsonage next door to the church and someone comes knocking on a Sunday night looking for you, well, you begin to worry. It turns out that this was a family who are friends of another family who heard about our adoption. These people, that we had never met, dropped by to hand us a check to help out with our adoption.
Sometimes, I even amaze myself that I worry at all. Let me just say it, God is good.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Timeshare Points
A while ago we told everyone about timeshare points that my aunt is selling in order to raise money for our adoption. The points are now listed on a timeshare selling site. If you are interested, or know someone who may be interested, you can go to http://www.buyatimeshare.com/. In the search area simply put in 064951 for our ad. Please help us get the word out on this great deal.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
He has our approval.
Yesterday we received some pictures and videos of our new son. We would love to share them with everyone but we aren't allowed to do that yet. The pictures and video were shot by some friends who took over to Ethiopia a care package for him. The videos were particularly interesting. In one he was opening a birthday card we had sent. It was one of those cards that plays music when you open it. His face when the music started playing (Celebrate by Kool and the Gang) was simply priceless. The second video was him talking to us (through a translator). I found it amusing that in the short time he had to say something to us he chose to say that 1) he thinks about us much, and 2) that he knows I'm a pastor and that he knows much about God. It was almost as if he was trying to get my approval. Now I'm glad he knows much about God (well, that really depends on what he knows) but I hope he will know that we love him regardless of what he knows. He already has our approval.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
It is finally on its way to AWAA!
After much delay for reasons still unclear, we have finally sent off our dossier to AWAA. Unfortunately, it will be delayed in getting to AWAA because of it being Memorial Day weekend. Never the less, we are very happy to finally have it out of our hands. One thing about adoptions, there are always unforeseen obstacles along the way and you just have to learn to deal with them. In the end though, all the work, all the prayer, and yes, all the money is well worth it.
Here is praying for a speedy court date (oh, and the rest of the money to bring our son home).
Here is praying for a speedy court date (oh, and the rest of the money to bring our son home).
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Hannah's Nightmare
Hannah had a nightmare last night. She dreamed that John had decided to become a Rabbi and he was moving us all to Israel. In the dream she was so mad at him for wanting to move us to Israel that she decided to run away. Here comes the nightmare. She was packing and couldn't get all her books to fit in her suitcase and she couldn't stand to leave any behind.
I love my girl and all her books.
I love my girl and all her books.
Working for a Living and Timeshare News
Well, I've [John] been working this week in Charlottesville, VA at my friend's bookstore buying back used text books from weary and poor college students who are thrilled to be done with exams. By the way, for the parents who initially paid for those text books it seems that most of your children are planning on NOT giving you the money for selling those books (most will be buying beer). Anyway, I've already received my first paycheck for this new, albeit, temporary job. I'm missing my family and not sleeping well at the hotel (pillows here are worthless) but it is money and you do what you got to do bring your son home. And I should say, that I am grateful for the opportunity to raise the extra money. Oh, and if you are in the Charlottesville area, stop by the Budget Inn on Emmet Street between 10 and 4. I'll be glad to meet you. If you have college kids here tell them to take their textbooks down to the guy at the Budget Inn (not to the guy at the Marathon gas station).
On another fundraising front, I just got word from one of my aunts that she is giving us some timeshare points to sell. I'm still gathering all the required information on this but I do know that it is a good number of points that can be used at many different awesome places. I'll have more on this later as I get more details.
It just seems that everyday, there is something more to amaze me.
On another fundraising front, I just got word from one of my aunts that she is giving us some timeshare points to sell. I'm still gathering all the required information on this but I do know that it is a good number of points that can be used at many different awesome places. I'll have more on this later as I get more details.
It just seems that everyday, there is something more to amaze me.
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