My first day of school was somewhat of an eventful one, at least for the standards of my age at the time. I was never particularly shy when I was young, but the idea of school just seemed frightening to me. I would be away from my parents all day with people I did not know. I thought the whole thing would be a complete disaster. I pondered everything that could go wrong that day during the car ride there, which seemed like an eternity. At the time, my worst enemies were my own thoughts.
The first thing I saw when I pulled up in front of the school was how many people were around. I have never liked crowds, especially when I was younger. I was scared just to step out of the car, let alone interact with all of these people. My mom walked me to my classroom, where I saw all of my other classmates already talking and getting to know the teacher and each other. My first thought at this point was to just sit and the back in silence, avoiding any awkward confrontation with anyone. I worked my way toward the back of the room, but before I could take more than ten steps in, my teacher, Ms. Perry, asked me to come up to the front of the class and introduce myself. At this point, everyone in the class turned around and stared at me. I could feel my heart drop down into my stomach. I had no ...
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...second week after I still was acting strange. I explained to them what had happened over the summer, and immediately everyone tried to make it right. All of my friends, classmates, and teachers all met with me and cheered me up. My Bible teacher in high school, Mr. Manning, explained to me that not everyone is perfect. “Everyone makes mistakes,” he said, “you can’t be expected to know everything about what you believe in. That is what faith is.” These words instantly brought happiness back into my life. I was so happy and relieved to hear that others had gone through the same thing I had that I started to cry. From that day, I have never been closer to God.
Every year I grow stronger in my faith, and I can never thank everyone in my school enough for being there for me when I needed them the most. Without them, I am not sure where I would be now in my walk with God.
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