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You came to my school in Calgary and I really wanted to say your presentation was one of the best things I’ve ever seen. In the beginning i loved it all, it was like a comedy show for teens and it was a great way to start off. I loved how you got two of my male classmates to hug to show how men are different from girls. It made me and my friend really comfortable and more willing to listen to what you had to say. Even after all the laughing had stopped you still kept us interested. (Something that many other presenters at my school failed to do) The stories you shared we the most amazing stories I have ever heard in my life and they made me cry so much I had to hug my best friend the whole time. Even when I (and pretty much ever other girl) was crying it really made every moment enjoyable. When we all got to hug Sawyer in the middle and when we got to go around saying Thank you and I’m sorry to everyone. It was fantastic. Please never stop what your doing and I hope I can see one of your presentations again sometime. -Olivia
Growing up I wish my parents would have admitted they were wrong sometimes – it would have been nice to hear them say “sorry… and please forgive me.” Parents make mistakes just like kids do. I know that I learn by example so if I heard Mom and Dad apologize more often, it would have helped me admit my own mistakes through my growing years.
Things I wish my kids knew… I think about them all the time and love them with all my heart and my life. I always wish the very best for them and wish they didn’t have to go through any sadness or heartache but I am always here for them with open arms to take the sadness away.
Thank you for coming to our school. The grad retreat really helped me. I was really scared to talk about something that had been bothering me for a while. It’s about my mom. You see I am moving to the states in a month and my mom and I are not even talking. I didn’t want to leave on bad terms. For some reason I had the courage to talk to you. You suggested that I write her a letter and tell her how much she means to me. Well I did write the letter. I never gave it to her though. I realized that writing it help me so much. BUT here’s the thing… a few days before I left to the states, my mom told me she was proud of me and super excited for me to go on this adventure. I am so happy and thankful! This what I needed to hear more than anything. Thank you for all you have done, and I believe it was no coincidence that you showed up to our school one day after the worse nights of my life. Thank you for inspiring us and taking the time to talk to me.
You really motivated me before I lost hope. I could relate to so many things that happened to you and hearing these things brought me to tears. I’ll never forget the part when my friend hated me and you said if you have a friend who you may not like anymore stand up and go hug them and tell them how much they mean to you. I stood up, hugged them told them how much they meant to me and I turned around to the sound of people calling my name and seeing her in tears. I thought she hated me until she broke down in tears and so did I. Just to see her like that and the next thing you know she’s in my arms and we look like we’re dancing both in tears. This proves that you’re a true reflection of God I’ll never forget what you did for me. You cared so much for me even though you never new me. Thank you so much I’ll never forget what you did us.
You preformed at St.Domonics Catholic high school today, I just wanted to say thank you. You have made my faith go up to a whole nother level. And have also made me realize many things. I have the same situation with one of my family members. And it is hard. Having a reminder that someone is going through the same thing and can be as happy as you are feels pretty great.
I might not be the typical person that submits their story to you, but I figured that maybe it could help even one other person out there. You came to speak to our Grade 11 class today and I sat in the crowd with everyone else. I might have been hard to pick out at first, but after looking around a bit you could have seen that I didn’t quite fit in. Not because I was odd, or alternative or anything along those lines, but rather because I am a young, first year teacher and look quite a bit like the students that surround me, but am quite a few years older. I know your message wasn’t directed to me, but it hit home with me and my journey. So, lets start back when I was in grade 11. I was dating a boy at this time who had successfully convinced me that I was in love with him. Despite his physical, emotional, and sexual violence, he had convinced me that he was all I had in life. Through the struggle I dealt with, I had lost touch with my connection with God. Coming from a Catholic family, this was not an acceptable situation so I tried to hide it as best I could and continued to go to church every Sunday with my parents to keep them appeased. No one had any idea what I was going through. Since I had broken a promise I had made to myself and ended up having sex with this boy, I was complete convinced that I had to marry him, so I did everything in my power to show the people around me his positive attributes. Luckily, after a few months (9.5 to be exact) I came to the realization that he was not what I deserved. After all, everyone kept telling me how happy and pretty I was. Although I did not believe this or feel it. To deal with my pain and secrets I found myself drinking at a young age, thinking of suicide often, and escaping in the numbing pain of self harm. No one knew this. Not my best friends or my family. One day, I decided it was too much and I took as many pills as I could find in the house. I thought I was home alone and I had left a note on the last page of my diary saying goodbye to my family and expressing everything I was feeling and that I couldn’t deal with it any more. Thinking I was making the world a better place by blowing out my candle. Right at the moment I closed my eyes to fall into eternal sleep (hopefully in my mind), my little sister walked into my room. She NEVER did this. But today was different. She strutted right into my room like she owned the place and I was LIVID! But instead of saying anything I just rolled over, waiting for the unending sleep….
I Remember a few days ago you came to my school. My school. At first, you sounded funny, like a comedian. After hearing your stories, I decided that I spend too much time looking in the mirror. I should use that time for God, because no matter what anyone ever says, I know he is there. This is my Miracle story. Thanks for telling me your story, and reminding me of mine.
You came to my school a couple days ago, and it was an amazing experience. You had visited us before, but the impact didn’t really settle in. I honestly doubt it settled in with the rest of the students at the school. But I can tell you that I was inspired with every story you told. The main reason I came onto this site is to tell you that you stopped me before we went for Nutrition Break. And you introduced yourself to me, asked my name, and told me I’m beautiful. I just smiled at you and thanked you before immediately exiting the gym. Mostly because I cried the second I was out the door. I’m rarely told I am beautiful, or that I matter at all, really. Majority of the people in my grade don’t care about me, or don’t like me. Today I had to do something as a volunteer for the school and stood up in front of the entire school with my small group, something I am used to doing, and can do easily. But I glanced over to my grade, and… they were all laughing. After the event, when I got back to homeroom, I was mocked. Over and over. and over. I got home and opened my Instagram. Rude comments. From people that are in my class! People, who I face almost every day. To be honest, everyone sees me as a generally happy person that just takes all the shots at me in a joking matter. But really, I don’t. I self-harm and have suicidal tendencies. I’ve been that way for years now. My parents verbally abused me for a few years, and the people I saw at school were not much better. I feel so alone sometimes. I have anxiety because I’ve become so paranoid that someone’s going to call me a rude name, or mock me again, or hurt me. I’m always afraid. But, when I was talking to you, I felt like I could really trust you. Our conversation wasn’t that important or anything, but I still felt special. When I got home, I told my mom almost every story you told us, and the messages you put along with them. Our Access 52 experience is definitely something I will never forget. Thank you so much for impacting my life in a way that I am sure to make a change. I just want to say to you, that you are an amazing person, and that I will always be thankful to you.
Hi. I saw Michael at my school. I have never been inspired that much before. I could’t understand what it meant to share love, peace, and my faith with everyone in my reach and beyond. I’m now able to understand. You looked at me and told me I can change the world, and the moment I heard those words, my thoughts changed. My plan for my future became to meet people and help them achieve their goals. I fear that I may fail sometimes but you thought me that fear can’t be an excuse to just give up or stop dreaming big. I love your stories because their always in my mind, especially when I need them most. I believe the key to a better world is to help everyone get to their goal. I would sacrifice any opportunity to see the faces of their dreams come true. That’s my dream. Keep inspiring generations and the small things will change the ways of society. Thank you for inspiring me. Thank you for changing my life. May God be there where ever you go. God bless you. Thank you.
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