I honestly and truly love it here. I'm a country girl, and there is no absence of country. I've learned a lot about communication. I've learned that words mean little. People emanate love that is hard to recognize through the tough exteriors and harsh voices. But when that love is seen there is no choice but to recognize their standing as children of God. There is no difference between them or any other human, other than these children were raised in a different environment. The children here often have a look in their eyes that they have seen too much. By the time they reach adulthood they have found ways to board up their souls from hurt, and their pride can make them bitter. These experiences are common throughout all society, but are ever so prevalent and common throughout these hills. There is a better way. A happier way. One of joy.
I'm not quite sure what I can do to help other than be an example, and teach my students what I can. I've started a notebook a while back of ideas to help this area, and I have hopes to someday do a greater work. Also, I listen. Everyone has a story they want to be heard. This documentary was so great. I couldn't stop watching it. It reminded me of so many families here, and even of some of my own extended family. It’s long, but true to life. This is 1 of 10, so you’ll have to click on the next ones at end. Let me know what you think!