It was 6 years ago when i was playing football and i was a line men and i wanted to be a wide receiver. I kept running around the block cause i was fat and slow but as time ran by i was still not that fast enough to run wide receiver. So i quit the team and wen to basketball. I thought i was gonna get faster cause i kept running back and forth on the court. Then when basketball season end i went back to football and i was still not fast enough to be a wide receiver, but now its a different story i'm faster and skinnier.
For myself, by reading and studying and writing a clear hand. And for keeping alive in me somehow the desire to know. Corrine and Samuel and the children are part of a group of people called Missionaries, of the American and African Missionary Society. They have ministered to the Indians out west and are ministering to the poor of this town. All in preparation for the work they feel they were born for, missionary work in Africa. I dread parting from them because in the short time we’ve been together they’ve been like family to me. Like family might have been, I mean. Write if you can. Here are some stamps. But only if they would teach me everything they know to make me useful as a missionary and someone they would not be ashamed to call a friend. When I left you all’s house, walking, he followed me on his horse. When we was well out of sight of the house he caught up with me and started trying to talk. You know how he do, You sure is looking fine, Miss Nettie, and stuff like that. I tr
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