My initial reaction
Am I missing something?
Chastised or judged?
Do we have to be thankful?
Choose to sacrifice
How and why?
Example:
The point
The purpose and intent
Gain
Loss
My broken heart
Exiled
I travelled by bush plane from Bethel to the orphanage. The pilot was friendly, even after I made fun of his last name. Not so funny though, I didn’t know it was him I had made fun of until he introduced himself. I was alone, hurting, and embarrassed, and wished myself under a rock.
God was always in it
The bull by the horns
The other kids were broken, just as I was. They were still able to laugh and play, and, “So would I,” I told myself.
Teased for my Bostonian accent, even my speech separated me from everyone. Because I had to learn from scratch the many things at which the other girls excelled, I felt ostracized. They other girls teased me and called me “baby” in their native language. However, I wouldn’t cry or give anyone the satisfaction I felt the other girls were looking for.
The challenge
Eventually I learned how to make my thirty loaves of bread, and bake sixty at a time. I scrubbed floors on my hands and knees, and emptied Johnny buckets with the best of them. I sorted and did laundry for nearly sixty kids. We used a treadle sewing machine to mend clothes. I wasn’t an expert, but I managed to muddle through when it was my turn to be the Mending Girl.
Darning socks with wooden eggs on a stick was tedious work. Ironing with flat irons heated on the wood stove became a fun challenge. We had contests to see who could iron the boys’ white cotton Sunday shirts with the least amount of wrinkles. Eventually I learned to carry my weight independently and I was accepted as one of them.

Treadle Singer Sewing Machine
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