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Protecting Constitutional Rights — Preteen StyleHenry Haggard didn’t have an average summer vacation. At the time of the interview, Henry was 12 years and 9 months old. That’s why Facebook temporarily suspended his account shortly after starting “ACLU People Power”, a grassroots campaign group advocating for the right to have Constitutional rights. He had been spreading the word there about his letter writing and donation campaign “Write for Your Rights”. Though having all of his posts removed made him sad, Henry has been unstoppable, already being featured in Style Weekly and RVA Magazine (two local publications) to spread awareness about his events and persistent activism to make the community and world a little bit better. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
For the Last Time, Suicide is NOT SelfishBy Leah Mueller QuailBellMagazine.com The word “suicide” triggers me instantly. Two of my close family members died by their own hand, and several of my friends have chosen that route, as well. I once worked as a volunteer counselor on a crisis line, and talked numerous folks out of killing themselves. I have no way of knowing whether they chose to end their lives later, or if they sought the help they desperately needed. I hope I said something meaningful that sparked a desire for positive change. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
But Deliver Us From EvilThat night, on the 21st of December 1989, I was late, but I rushed madly to be in the apartment before six pm, because every night, they cut off the power at six pm. With the candle and the matches in hand, I sat at the kitchen table ready for two hours of staring into the flame and thinking about our lives. The light in the ceiling, yellow and shy, stayed on but I couldn’t move, paralysed by surprise. Maybe they are just late. I went to the sink to get a glass of water, but my shaky hand turned the hot water tap instead of the cold. The water was hot. We have hot water. I put both hands under the tap and let the boiling water pour into my cupped palms until they turned red and I couldn’t stand it anymore. We hadn’t had hot water in many years. That’s why the water was reddish, from the rusty pipes.
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