JSM - Edition Four

F orget - O ver and O ut

Dear Diary, Words can be so powerful. That’s why I agreed to pull all the accounts together and why I am writing this diary. I’m also already sixty-three years young and I never want to forget this tale. After all words can tell a thousand pictures, right? Life goes by so fast. I was only meant to be here, at the Pascal Aquila Mission School for one year. But I fell in- fell in love with this place. Most people would turn their noses up at the school, a shabby little iron shack sitting on the top of the Behala dumpsite, but it’s more than that, a lot more than that. I’ve already been here for seven years and there has never been a dull moment. It’s all about the children, the angels. God bless them all, I’ll never forget even one of their faces. One in particular made an indent in my memory. His name was Jun. He was as skinny as a twig and with a smile as big as the whole universe. His two friends as well – Raphael and Gardo. I only knew them by sight as they rarely came to classes. His two friends called him Rat, in fact so did anyone else that knew him. I broke the rules for little Jun. Rules were made to be broken. Sister Olivia broke the rules constantly as well. I started to treat them all as my own, my own little angels. Now the three boys have a story- one that I am currently piecing together. Jun, Gardo and Raphael found a bag, one that changed lives. Corruption is a very serious topic – that the boys know very much of. They found a secret, a secret about the Senator- Senator Zapanta. He is a very greed- stricken man. The boys remind me of a Pascal – a world changer. Anyhow, it’s all over and now I’m out. I’m being retired this year- partly because of this story. I’m worried. What will become of this school? Hopefully it will thrive. The school has already appointed a new Head and I’ve met her. I pray that she is kind and treats the angels well. It’s over. I’m retiring and hopefully staying in Behala; the boys are safe and Olivia is going home tomorrow. Their story needs to be told. It needs to be shared not forgotten. I want it to inspire and teach, I want it to tell people its message. The smallest person can make the biggest difference. Father Julliard – 10/11/2010 God bless you

A melia W ilson Y ear 6G

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