Category Archives: Group Support!

Glorious produced by Cj

One of the artists featured at the retreat… more to come!!

http://chieffcloud.bandcamp.com/track/glorious   Cj sm group

Turning Tragedy into Inspiration for Others

Fall down seven times … get up eight

Upcoming TEEN REACH RETREAT

Since 2010 we’ve been invited into local high schools to address bullying dating violence and self-injury prevention. The feedback has been overwhelming both positive and shocking. We’ve come to realize how many young people are dealing with all kinds of life circumstances. So we got together to plan out an amazing day!

JOIN US for a surprising message from Season 8 Bachelorette EMILY MAYNARD and break out songwriting sessions with Jocelyn Ellis! Then choose your de-stressors: ZIP LINE, GIANT SWING, ART, ZUMBA, DISC GOLF and much much more!!

Join Us!! Register at http://teenreach.us

Join Us!! Register at http://teenreach.us

SPACE IS LIMITED register early to guarantee your spot!
go to http://teenreach.us

Local HS Football Player Honors Rana

Clifton plays in memory of RanaAfter speaking to freshman health classes at Butler HS re: bullying, dating violence and self-injury prevention a student asked if it would be ok to honor Rana at their big game that Friday. I cried when I received his email this morning.
“Your story about your daughter helped me so much more
than I can tell you. I thank you for sharing with us
and I wish you and your family the best of luck!”

Independence is always a local force to be reckoned with and Butler outdid them. I believe there was an Angel on their side that night. Thank you Clifton and congratulations on your touchdown.

So proud of Hannah, my Australian friend, who is sharing how bullying affects her life.

May Your Candle Always Shine Bright
My Name is Hannah, I have major depression and I’m 19 years old, through getting diagnosed with this was due to being bullied all my entire schooling by students at school and on social media (Facebook, MSN, text messages, Prank Calls,) Some of the names i was getting called made me have low self esteem and i didn’t feel comfortable around a lot of people. When going through primary school i had hardly any friends so basically having no one to talk too and that impacted on me when it became recess and lunchtime i would prefer not to eat because i didn’t feel right and didn’t have anyone to sit with and have a chat like everyone else did. When being told to get up for school i use too not like it because of similar problems going on everyday and that students were pressuring me and calling me names and starting bullying me and when trying to tell teachers they wouldn’t listen they would take the other persons side of the story. When having no friends at primary school i use to hang around with my sister and get told of by the teachers for doing it. So ended up sitting by myself and felt uncomfortable and isolated and unsafe. When i started high school that was a different story i made some friends that actually cared about me. But then there were days new people moved to the school and made friends with them so i then got pushed away and ended up having no friends so i use to hang around my locker and stayed right next to it and had people laugh at me and made fun of me because i was standing around my locker and ended up having things thrown at me sticky tape around my lock people shaking them so all my books fell out when i opened it food wrapped around it even also glue and they use to push there friends into my locker and make fun of me when i use to do sport because i wasn’t the fittest girl in school and i use to feel really shy around people and then they would spread Rumors about me around the school and post them on Facebook and ended up being behind my back. These certain people Kept bullying me from year 7 to year 12 and would prank call me at home and at school and being at school i use to get in trouble for it. When i went to tell a teacher about this i would get all the blame for it and they would say ignore it and truthfully i didn’t work it kept happening so then i ended up going home every night to my family crying and depressed because i was getting bullied that much i was scared about going back to school the next day. So then i reached year 12 and a really close friend messaged me at night time and thought i rang her and said i wanted to commit suicide when i didn’t and she rang me during the night and i said to her i didn’t do it and ended up ringing the police on me because she thought i was in danger and i would never do that so then i woke my parents and told them so they rang i rang the police and asked them what was going on and they were going to come out and do a welfare check on me so before that happened my parents rang the police and said i was perfectly fine. By the end of getting bullied so much i had enough and ended up sitting down in my bedroom and writing a bullying speech about how i felt and read it out in front of my school which had 600 people and i was so scared doing it after that i had teachers crying and students coming up to me and saying sorry and what a good job i did.
I dont know what i would do without my family supporting me.
Hannah xx
Thank you Hannah very much for sharing this with us Courageous Angels Goal Team

Never Promised a Rose Garden … by Lisa Thornton

A tribute to my sweet Grandmother who loved Johnny Mathis. A twin and one of eight children, she grew up in rural Maryland on a farm that still had an outhouse. Her mother died of tuberculosis when she was a teenager. She helped run the farm and raise her younger siblings.

After marriage and having four boys, including twins, her husband was diagnosed with throat cancer. She learned how to use a feeding tube (a second belly button they joked) to nourish his failing frail body.

To provide for their family she served on the line of a school cafeteria. Before daylight her middle son (my Dad) rode her there on the handle bars of his bicycle.

I can’t recall her ever raising her voice. Just the opposite, when I acted out, she got somber and quietly explained what I did to upset her and why it was wrong, in a voice I had to strain to hear. Though my dad tells a different story, one where Gram sent misbehaving boys out in the yard to pick out their hickory switch … Her honest simple ways made me a better person.

“I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden.” Bad things happen to good people. We can’t succumb to feelings of hopelessness even in our darkest hours.

Healing Hearts Retreat: Aug. 2-4

This retreat is designed to help bring about the healing for women who have suffered any type of sexual abuse. The Cedarbrake Retreat facilitators strive to provide a very safe, comfortable, loving and supportive environment so that par­ticipants are able to begin or to continue their healing process. The retreat begins on Friday evening and concludes Sunday at noon. The cost for the weekend retreat is $125 per person. A limited number of scholarships (discount price) are available. To register for this retreat please call (254) 780-2436 and ask for Beverly.

I’ll be there.

http://www.austindiocese.org/offices-ministries/offices/cedarbrake-catholic-retreat-center

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Is my Tween Video-Chatting with Strangers???

I invite your video-chatting tween to read Rana’s sobering story about how a nationally ranked 14 year old gymnast lost her life – because she trusted strangers

Parenting And Stuff

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I didn’t post a lot lately, being engaged in my new parents site, http://www.parents-space.com .

It’s coming up nicely I think! 60 Contributors already.

The variety of contributors results in discussing many topics, some are fairly new to me. I bet that I’m not alone here.

A naive parent I am,  a species that cannot survive for long in the 21 century.

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Breaking the Silence for “Life is too Short to be Mad or Sad all the Time” Rana

How does a judge tell the parents of a victim, “your daughter may still be here if you hadn’t pursued ‘this;'” and proceed to give two rapists one year of house arrest?? God help us all – Break the silence!

Vent with Me!

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Empowering

Not a Victim - A Survivor

Hate in Your Heart Will Consume You

In response to hatred

Stranger Alert

Today’s Inspiration for our Tomorrows:
God knows what He is doing. Don’t be discouraged by your closed doors. If God wants a door to open, you can be certain it will open. All the forces of darkness cannot stop it.
Commentary: not just closed doors. We mustn’t be discouraged by the wrong doors and deviations from the chosen path!
Do you keep a written record of your successes? If not, I encourage you to start a victory log. It can be as simple as a running list in a notebook, or a text doc on your phone. Write down your successes each day. This will log them into your long-term memory, which enhances your self-esteem and builds your self-confidence. It’s also nice to have as a reference for down the line when you need a little boost. 🙂
Commentary: A victory log – I like the sound of that.
Today’s victory – a stranger walked onto the field where I coach a U9 girls soccer team, I asked “may I help you?” followed by “we’re in the middle of practice …” He turned out to be uncle of one of the players who immediately took offense and became defensive. How is it possible that he didn’t understand my concern for keeping a team of young players safe from strangers?! I mean – how many adults walk onto the field during a training session to talk to a player without approaching the coach first? Did I mention we hold practice near a city bus stop and a drug/mental health rehab center? Honestly!
Our team is 10 – 2 gooooo O-O-O-O-Oberhausen :0)

After hardship and trials: assault, bullying, violence Grandmother asks… Carrots, Eggs, or Coffee; “Which are you?”

A young woman went to her grandmother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She …was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved a new one arose.
Her grandmother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water. In the first, she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs and the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil without saying a word. In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners.
She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her granddaughter, she asked, “Tell me what do you see?”
“Carrots, eggs, and coffee,” she replied.
The Grandmother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they got soft.She then asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. Finally, she asked her to sip the coffee. The granddaughter smiled, as she tasted its rich aroma. The granddaughter then asked. “What’s the point,grandmother?”
Her grandmother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity–boiling water–but each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard and unrelenting. However after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior. But, after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water they had changed the water. “Which are you?” she asked her granddaughter. “When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?”
Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with PAIN and ADVERSITY, do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength? Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a DEATH, a breakup, a FINANCIAL hardship or other TRIALS (assault, betrayal, violence, bullying) have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and a hardened heart? Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you.
—AUTHOR UNKNOWN —
When the hours are the darkest and trials are their greatest – may you find the hope, faith and desire to survive, to rise to challenge, to elevate to a greater level and affect positive change.
Yours,
Lisa