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the teacher becomes the student.

homelessness in our countyMy daughter recently returned from a mission trip.  The goal of the ministry was to aide in serving the homeless population in a large city.

My daughter, who is in considerable pain from an injury to her leg, and wearing a knee immobilizing  brace said that they best part of the mission trip was busing tables.

“Why,” I asked her, “was that the best part of the trip?”

“Because it gave me a chance to talk to the people.”  was her reply.

Now my daughter is normally reserved around people she doesn’t know, so this is a huge statement about how profound the experience was for her.

I couldn’t be more proud.

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Kindle Fire, facebook and grrrr

Amazon Kindle Fire

David got angry with his brother because his brother asked him to leave a room David isn’t supposed to be in.  So he stole my Kindle Fire.  Not a huge deal in the grand scheme of things, but how does that help?

Oh and he got on facebook again….. grrrrr and facebook won’t let me delete his account without his permission. he got on facebook through the Kindle, which was secured in my bedroom.

He isn’t allowed technology and especially facebook because he likes to friend people he shouldn’t and threaten people.

What good did it do for him to spend 3 full days in the hospital?

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another night done. starting anew with old behaviors

Well, David came home from the hospital. Promptly stole my Kindle Fire, my camera, and my cell phone.  I imagine that he stole some other things, we just haven’t figured out what yet.

I am frustrated.  Frustrated that he can behave and not steal anything or misbehave while he is in psych, and then he comes home and the behaviors start up right where he left off.

I wasn’t out of the room for two minutes.  I told him that I would know if he moved or not.  He was in the same position as when I left, but my cell phone was missing.  So I confronted him.

He said “I saw it on the counter.”

and tried to get around me.  I stopped him, and reached into his pocket.  sure enough, there was my phone…

“I don’t know how it got there…” he cries.

He has only been home 12 hours at this point.  So he was angry and refused to eat supper.

I explained that we would be taking him back to the hospital then.  Upon which he decided he was hungry.  He is sleeping now.  If only I trusted him enough to let myself sleep.

David’s sister came home from her mission trip today.  Our sheep dog greeted her as soon as he saw her.  He didn’t do that with David.  I wonder why.