The agonizing 9 months of moving are complete. And, yes, Athina is back. I am so happy this dumb moving thing to Arizona is over. Anyway, if you don't already know me, I will tell you about me. My name is Athina. I am turning 13 next month. I just moved to Arizona from Kansas. And, I am pleased to announce, I have won a 4 day 3 night trip to Philly PA. Yes, how cool. Anyway. This story is mainly for my dad. My family has always been followers of God, but when we moved here... things sort of changed. However, it changed to very good! My dad has begun to act preistishly. If that makes sense. His word of God has become more strict and more in our everyday life. I beleive he buckled down because of all the things that we do have today we are lucky to have. God really does love us. Anyway. I know I will thank my dad for what he does. He finds the good in all that is bad. He looks forward to tomorrow. To myself I beleive my dad is an angel. He is so goodhearted. He does everything for us. When we moved here I got a friend and one day me, my friend, my siblings, and 2 of our other friends went into my room. And, like playing with fire, we got in a circle and tryed to hold sort of a seance. I know I know, we are dumb. Anyway. I thank my dad. Because before we got into anything, he came down the hall to see what we were up to. This seems all normal and everything, cause we got busted basically. But the situation is odd. See, my dad was deeply consumed into paperwork and sorting things on his laptop. He had been all day. But something told him to get up and come to my room. I know there is a gardian angel with us. Maybe it is my daddy. But my dad feels like God has told him to save our butts before, while we were doing something stupid. Just like, when my eldest sister Tara was younger, he was watching a movie, which was right at the climax. And for some odd reason the phone rang. When he yanked himself off of the couch and to the phone he was angry at first, but then he decided to change his ways. Tara was on the phone with a boy. The thing is, Tara called the boy. So why did the phone ring for my dad in the other room? Anyway. I beleive my dad is my Gardian angel. And he has more of the 'eyes in the back of the head' than my mom. Like just now. My friends Chris and Travis were in my room and I was messin around, and I acted like I fainted in the middle of the room. My dad calls me out into the livingroom and asks me if I've ever heard the story of how the Boy cried wolf. He told me how the boy acted like something happened over and over again then when it really happened no one beleived him. How he knew, I don't know, because I hardly made any noise. Besides, I was on the other side of the house.
Anyway, just thought I should leave a message. If any of you want to contact me..... mom_bit_me@yahoo.com
May God Bless All of you, and Let You Know That I Am Praying For Everyone Of You And Your Stories. Merry Christmas and, If I don't come back before, Happy New Year.
