Perhaps you, like me forget about how lucky we are in this country. Perhaps you, like me forget how privileged we are to be able to vote, to be educated, to have a right to a full experience of life. Not everyone does, and that is the sad truth.
Seems a quirky thought, but not so. Day after day, I struggle with my 16 year old to get him to do his homework. In our home, education is a given. It’s never been if you go to college, but where will you go to college. We argue constantly about school: his grades, assignments due, academic expectations. I cajole and demand about getting up each morning to go to school. If he could stay home and sleep in, he would. Most days. Did you check the (math teacher’s) web page? I ask daily. “Yeah! I know!” He snarls in return. Did you read Huck Finn and take your notes? I push. “OK Mom! Geez!” He growls. Did anyone threaten to shoot you for going to school today? Are you worrying about me being beheaded for making you go? I asked today. It threw him for a loop. He looked at…
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The Practical Mystic 
Sara, I’ve seen this traveling around the blogosphere and I watched a report about this lovely brave little girl. You’re right, we don’t know how lucky we are, but we are very lucky indeed.
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Her bravery just astonishes me. And i remembered how lucky we are when i was reading this, which is why i re-blogged it.
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Sara, Thank you for reblogging my post. I appreciate the support and believe this is a story that needs to be shared! Thanks for taking the time to check it out and share. Dawn
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It is my pleasure, thank you for writing it!
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