As my words connected to the paper below me, my opinion was released through a piece I was writing. Word after word began being typed onto the screen in front of me for multiple topics that were drifting round my head in circles.
As I started researching the topic of poverty I became fascinated. Such small minor sentences held such great power and knowledge. Writing about this inspired and reminded me that if I could teach others about something that interested me, they potentially could be interested and influenced too. Writing and stories are the same. Words have such a massive impact in daily life every day and help people in so many ways. Writing is an escape for so many people. A place to release words they don’t want to physically speak but a place where people will read and acknowledge them. Blogging is something I do to express random thoughts and topics to an online network of people who I don’t necessarily know. It’s something I can do to let go of topics on my mind without actually having a proper conversation about them.
Unexpectedly I have had many encouraging responses to my posts from people all over the world. It’s a type of writing and literature that I don’t necessarily have to be good at but I can still pursue as much or as little and I feel needed with the point of my topic becoming evident throughout the writing. It’s something that anyone can use as an online and offline way of reaching people with encouraging posts and influencing anyone that reads your posts.
Writing and reading is something special. It can change, save, destroy, create, or break life for people. It’s important to be careful how you use your words and writing as it affects people whether you realise or not. It holds power to a world and mind of someone else’s that’s unknown to you and beyond comprehension to them self. So be careful how you read and write as it will make an impact on you.
Hannah Anderson 6/3/14
Today while i was waiting at the bus stop i realised i had missed by bus and the next didn’t arrive for 40 minutes. A girl covered in dark eye makeup and a low crop top came over to look at the timetable and asked if i had the time. After i replied she then said “oh were on the same bus, lets be friends and wait together!”. Initially i thought she a was very strange emo looking kid who would be super weird but i was wrong.
Her name was Lizzi and shes 16 studying beauty at ucol. That was when she started telling me about herself. Shes from a broken family , her dads an alcoholic and her mum is very protective of her not letting her have any freedom. She grew up being bulimic, self harming and depressed traveling between both her parents houses never knowing who she really was or why she was the way she was. A few years ago her brother had a brain injury and that’s when she had to grow up and take care of herself. Her dad would be drunk at pubs all night while her mum was in hospital with her brother so with no support, friends or family around she had to fend for herself.
While smoking a cigarette she went on for 40 minutes openly and proudly telling me about her life and how much of a change she has made, not being held back anymore or letting the lies and opinions of the world concern her. It was then I started telling her about how even though my story is nothing like hers we are both loved and cared for by someone greater than we can imagine who is Jesus. She seemed intrigued even though she said she has had bad experiences with church in the past but said she may show up at my church and see me there one day. I don’t think she realised but she inspired me today to remember everyone is different and not what their appearance may portray. There is alot more inside of them that sometimes they need to tell someone about even if it is a complete stranger.
God Bless you Lizzi <3
Breaks my heart to watch videos and hear so many stories about people in countries forced into so much abuse and slavery that they don’t even get a say in it. They feel like no one cares and its the only way they can live and get money. What has the world come to to cut people off so much and disrespect and use them in unbearable ways that they should feel like that? Its so hard watching it and knowing it happens to so many millions but myself at 17years old haven’t even dreamt of a life like they have. I am so incredibly blessed! I have had a life better then they can ever imagine. When Ive finished uni and become a teacher i think I’m going to have to go to one of those countries and try make a difference. Whether its saving one person or multiple, its lives being saved and helping them to see light in the middle of darkness. God called us to be lights of this world and do to others and you would have them to do you. Sin is such a disgusting thing which we can try avoid and help people overcome the temptation and addictions from.
I challenge you to start making a difference in your town and reaching the people who haven’t been reached/don’t feel reached. Whether its a simple text asking how their life is going or dropping a little present into their letter box to brighten their day, you would be surprised what helps and encourages them.
Helping others in the world is definitely something that i feel Ive been called to do.
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