My eleven year old niece takes art lessons.
This is her most recent painting.
She loves art, drawing, creating, and having fun.
Let me tell you a little bit about her.
She was born under less than perfect circumstances and survived a very traumatic beginning in this cruel world. Her middle name is Grace and she was quickly coined Amazing Grace by my dad.
She recently brought home a paper she had written in her 6th grade writing class called The Time of My Life. She made an A, I might add.
I’ll just let her tell you about herself.
Here’s her story:
When I was born I cried like a squealing pig. My mom had me at 5:30 in the morning. My biological mom was very happy when I was in ther world, my grandma was rushing to the hospital to see me.
If you’re wondering what my belief is I’ll tell you. I believe in God and going to church and listening about God. Worshiping God is quite fun.
She goes on to talk about being in a play, who her best friends and best friends for life are, some vacations she’s been on and then she tells her story.
When I was 4 1/2, I was mauled by two rotweillers. My dad was asleep and my step mom was busy, so when I yelled for my dad, he did not hear me. I was in the back yard holding their puppy singing my ABC’s, then all of a sudden the mom and the dad came and attacked me. By that time I was yelling so loud that my neighbors could hear me, but my dad still did not hear me. Finally my step mom went outside to take the trash out, she heard a little cry, then she saw me. She ran inside and woke my dad up and told him what happened. My dad went outside to see. He YELLED go start the car. My dad ran inside and got a towel and wrapped me up and picked me up and ran to the car. He drove really fast to the hospital. When I got there they put me on an ambulance and drove me to the Amarillo hospital. The ambulance driver rushed me into the ER and got me into surgery immediately. After they turned me over to do the back, there was a huge gaping hold in the back. The doctors went outside and told my grandma and my dad that it will be 3 or 4 hours till they finished sewing all the hole back together. So my grandma waited and waited and waited and finally the doctors came out and said we’re done with the surgery and now we have to roll her back into intensive care. Later on in the day I awoke with a lot of people waiting for me to wake up so they could give me gifts and love. That day I felt a lot better. Soon afterward I got to go home after 6 or 7 days in the hospital.
Today I am recovered and acting like a normal eleven year old.
The jury is still out on the “normal” part.
Here’s an audio of her from a few years back You must listen.
Or try this: http://angelwheeler.blogspot.com/2010/01/listen.html
She’s the greatest. I love her dearly. She’s amazing Grace. God’s hands are on her life. It is evident. She is here for a reason. She is destined for something great.
Just wait and watch.