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Full of HATE!

It has been a cold, cold day. I don't mean a chilly cold...I mean a bone-chilling, raw, aching cold that cuts right to the core of my being. It's one of those colds that I feel chilled and never warm all day long. That cold just sets me in one of those moods. Just stay in bed! I don't want to be around myself, so I'm sure no one else will either. We had a two-hour delay, which would have been great had I not awakened at the same time - 5:45 AM. I tried to go back to sleep, but I kept having dreams I was awake. Have you ever had those dreams? I was probably sleeping, but my brain kept right on living like it was a normal day. I felt like crap pretty much all day. I walked around with my fake smile and my fake positive attitude. I just want to go HOME! Forget this day ever happened! I hate this!!! Then it happened. I wasn't expecting this at all. As a matter of fact, I was blind-sided by the whole thing. It could have been almost anything else, but not THIS. I was asked out into the hallway by a student and thought it was probably another boyfriend ordeal or chick fight brewing. Do I really need to deal with this today, God? I mean seriously, can I not just have a little break on a day like this
       "Mrs. McGee, you need to know something. ______'s dad died over the Christmas break. It was a sudden thing, no warning at all, and she is very upset. That was why she was absent yesterday. She just needs some time, so can she and I go to the bathroom and cry for a few minutes? I promise we won't be long."

I turned and looked at that orphan, and suddenly I melted into a blob of emotions. What do you say to a 15 year old that just lost her dad? I just hugged her and held her like she was my own child....Because she is. She is technically mine for 18 weeks, but each student becomes mine for a lifetime.

Now all I feel is hate! Yes HATE!!! I hate that I was on such a pity party today. I hate that I wasted a perfectly good day, because compared to my student, today was a great day. I hate that this young girl will now have to figure out how to go on living without her dad. I hate that I didn't know about it over Christmas so I could be with her during the funeral. I hate death!! Period! I hate the fact that death is a direct result of our sin, both thousands of years ago and now. We can't blame it totally on Adam and Eve. If not them, then somebody else.....maybe even me.

God, I am an idiot. I allow the dumbest things to set my mood and attitude for the day, and maybe longer....probably longer. Compared to so many, I live a life of luxury. God, forgive me for being such a big baby. If You never, ever blessed me again for the rest of my life, I have already received a million times more than I deserve. I still really, really hate death, but I know why it is inevitable, and I know that I am a reason for it. But all in all, I have the peace knowing that when death comes to me, I am with You. Forever. May I express this hope to my dear student so that she, too, can know that hope if she doesn't already. Thank you for warming me up on this cold day.

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