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  • Lilli Bacus

    A teacher in NY was teaching about bullying this is the example she used. She had the children take a piece of paper and told them to crumple it up, stamp on it and really mess it up but do not rip it. Then she had them unfold the paper, smooth it out and look at how scarred and dirty is was. She then told them to tell it they’re sorry. Now even though they said they were sorry and tried to fix the paper, she pointed out all the scars they left behind. And that those scars will never go away no matter how hard they tried to fix it. That is what happens when a child bully’s another child, they may say they’re sorry but the scars are there forever. The looks on the faces of the children in the classroom told her the message hit home.

My Dad. He had a sharpei and loved it. Named Chaleechan, or chan for short.

The Jelly Bean poem reads: Red is for the blood He gave. Green is for the grass He made. Yellow is for the sun so bright. Orange is for the edge of night. Black is for the sins we made. White is for the grace He gave. Purple is for His hour of sorrow. Pink is for a new tomorrow. And handful of jelly beans, Colorful and sweet, Is a prayer, a promise, A loved one’s treat! Happy Resurrection Sunday! To make the jelly bean jars you need: a jar (I recycled a Starbucks bottle) jelly beans Jelly Bean Prayer cards ribbon