Coming to Wisconsin..

When I first moved here to Wisconsin, I was scared to death.

The one time where I felt that I didnt fit it was when I first moved up here from Memphis, Tennessee and I had no friends to talk to. I was a very shy person at first, so it was hard for me to branch out and try to gain new friends. It was by far the scariest time of my life. Now, I had moved around before prior to living in Memphis, but this time was different. I was at the age where kids were very mean and judgemental. I was so afraid that I wouldnt be accepted by any of these kids in my new school because I was different. The biggest thing was my accent. I talked with a hideous southern twang and kids at that age thought it was weird. I remember the first day at school one boy ran up to me and said I was weird because I talked funny. I remember going home that night and just crying to my mom, telling her that I never wanted to school again. I was so mad that we had to move away from all my other friends where I fit in. But the next day I came to school, many new people offered to be my friend. One girl even asked her friend to look out for me while she went on vacation! I thought that was very nice and I am still very very good friends with that girl today. I am very fortunate though, because I made a lot of friends.

So to say the least, Wisconsin really isn't that bad :)

This I believe

I believe in good karma. Most people see karma as something negative, but I believe that what comes around goes around has been very positive in my life. I believe that it is most rewarding when you do something for someone out of the kindness of your heart, not expecting something in return.

For example, one day I had just gotten home from school and noticed my elderly neighbor going down her driveway to get her mail. The night before we had had a huge snow storm that accumulated nearly a foot of snow. As I was walking inside my house I heard a scream and noticed my neighbor had fallen on an ice patch at the bottom of her driveway. With out any hesitation, I ran over to help her up. She kept complaining about the pain in her hip, and ordered me to call an ambulance. When they arrived I helped her grab her purse and call her son to tell him what happend. It turned out that she broke her hip from the fall. I felt bad, so I came over to help with anything she needed. When it snowed, I shoveled her driveway. I brought in her mail for her and did what ever she needed me to do. I felt good about myself because nobody was forcing me to do this for her. About a month after her accident, I recieved a letter in the mail from my neighbor, as I opened it, a check for $200 fell out onto the floor! I was so shocked, I felt like it was too much to give me, seeing as I never intended on being paid in the first place. I took the money to her house and asked her to take it back, but she would not.

I felt that doing good for someone was a great enough reward, but receiving something unexpected was a great surprise.

I believe in good karma :)