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Name: Reyna.
DOB: 14 February 1992.
St. Joe's/HMHS alumn.
SMC student.
Religion: Catholic
CFC-Youth: PRESH
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I told the seniors I wasn’t going to commencement…
I’m genuinely sad I’m not going. I didn’t realize I was probably missing my last chance to see some of them, and the CWAC seniors changed my life. I know it’s a bold statement, but I mean it.
I was involved in high school. I wasn’t content unless I was busy, and they reminded me of that. I was content with just going to Michaels, studying, and going on tumblr.
Last night when I was working at Michaels, I realized how ready I was to quit. I got my retail experience, and I know I can do it if I had to. Now, I want to see what else I can do.
To my seniors, thank you for reminding me that good enough isn’t really good enough.
Congratulations on your accomplishments. I know you’ll all go above and beyond with whatever you’re going to do. Where ever you’re headed is lucky to have you. :)
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CFC-Youth for Christ | God’s Gift
Unity in Faith.
Justin Anderson tho.
The last couple camps have been so beautiful. I feel like I’ve seen so many people grow into leaders within the past two years alone, and I’ve seen the faith of the people in these camps grow. A lot of people have served their last camps, and I know this was the last camp for a couple people as well. I don’t know where I’ll be next October, but I do know I’ll be happy to call this my last camp if God’s will is taking me else where.
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Another camp:
- another chance to see people grow within the span of three days
- another chance to meet new kiddos I’ll try to take under my wings
- another chance to feel more confirmed in idea that the New Gen will do gook work
- another chance to find the pieces of something that keep on getting shattered by my surroundings
- another chance to return home.
On the last point, I’ve realized how much worshiping and praying with the youth feels like home. Normally when people go on vacation or retreats, they start to wish they were back in their own bed and find comfort once their body hits those sheets. At this moment, I’m laying in my dorm room bed, wishing I was at Holy Redeemer with all my brothers and sisters.
Knowing what this camp could be for me has made me realize how six years can switch the feeling of home from a place to some people.
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