(From my regular page; from my life.) (Sorry for writing so much; its a good read, though.) I think most of my Camp family has already seen (and posted) this; sorry for being late to jump on the bandwagon! (; As for the other citizens of Facebook I here address, I figured youd all like to take a look at what Camp is. It truly is almost heaven. I can fully attest, as a second generational counselor, the long term effects of such an imbued experience. For example, while growing up, I learned sooooooooooo much sign languagefrom my mom; Im just sorry most of it went in one ear and out the other (or is it on one hand and off the other?). I remember the first time I went, two years ago. When I got back, I had to write an essay, for the principal, to justify my week long special abstention from summer school. I literally had someone worried I plagiarized Walt Whitman because of the caliber of life I forged into words. The final two paragraphs I wrote went: From maddening moment to maddening moment, a self will change. From yielding year to yielding year, a personality develops. The total immersion of ones self into a moment, or project, is what can credit an endeavor as genuine. I am only myself, and this is all I can ever strive to be, but only I can tell me what I strive to be. Why not make the standards higher? Challenging myself to develop, the false impressions of disability, and exposing oneself to the wonders of the world are but three of the infinite lessons I found in Re-Creation. In shortest words, all I can say is it was a moment, or at least the whole week felt like one unending and continuous instant, forming a landmark in my minds landscape, almost unparalleled in beauty and context. In the moment, I was selfless, and in the instant, I was there, hoping the week would never end, hoping I could always practice then and there the lessons I was learning, and wished that I would never have to write this paper for it would mean this week was in the past. All too soon it was Saturday; time to leave Camp and all we had learned to cherish. Bravely, I met the threshold of my everlasting moment. Eyes, like clouds, showered the vanishing era in a downpour of tears. Home, or at least mundane reality, did not beset our minds, no it did not. The end overwhelmed us, overpowering us with the saddest of good-byes. (You can probably tell I had my first draft by Saturday afternoon.) I just felt like sharing this large chunk of my life with everyone, and sharing my words of Camp. Thank you for reading! occatholicnews/camp-re-creation-almost-heaven/
Posted on: Sun, 27 Jul 2014 23:32:57 +0000
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