April 19th (Continued)

I arrive at school. The people there have little respect or care for the people around them. People simply walking, concerened only about reputation. I look around and notice several things. There is a person that is hurting. She won't admit it but she needs a shoulder to cry on. Her friends don't notice the pain she hides becuase she only shows it when they look away. There are a group of kids mocking and cussing like it doesn't matter. Because to them, it doesn't. The bell rings and the teachers talk about their subjects. As I go to my 3rd class I am releaved that seminary has finally arrived. I walk in and find out that today is a silent lesson. The slideshow plays and my heart strings start being plucked. As I sit there in that class room the spirit whispers what I need to fix and that I am loved. Its a rare thing feeling loved in this world. I am glad that I was able to feel it. Because the lord knows that I needed it. And because I was in the right place I was able to feel it.