Micaela Jones

During a time of trouble in Jerusalem, News had reached to Mary Who would become a mother of a special child. Though she had known of this child’s coming, She had not expected it to happen that day. Nevertheless, she braced herself for what was yet to come. When she saw her Son, she shed her tears of love. When He was placed in her arms, she cleaned Him up. To keep Him warm, she wrapped her Son up in clothes & blankets. After she did, she laid Him to rest. And then she planted a kiss on Him. When He first spoke, she rose with joy. When He first walked, she embraced Him. When He was hungry, she made him food And He would eat with joy. When He was thirsty, she brought him water And He would drink with satisfaction. Then it came time for Him to do His Father’s work. When He cried, she wiped His tears. Then she whispered in His ear, “You are my little prince always.” After she said that, He went about His Father’s work.

Photo Credit: Kevin Moloney/Getty Images Rancho Cotate High School - Wednesday, March 18, 2009, 9:19 a.m. "We are on lockdown. This is not a drill," the radio announced. The last five words continually rang through my mind. Shock filled me up slowly as I realized that what we were experiencing was very real. It was neither a drill nor a dream. "Head to the very back," Mr. Stenlund the science guy said to us. Not knowing why I did, I crawled on the floor to the very back of the room. I guess Mr. Stenlund told us so as I believe that several others did that as well. As we crawled, the room grew dark after my 9th-grade teacher immediately locked the door and closed the blinds. Most of my classmates huddled together on the floor and pulled out their phones then texted their families to let them know they were alive. It was not entirely clear to me why we were on lockdown until word had reached among my peers that there was a student spotted with a gun in the bat