I am an assistant principal in a middle school (grades 6-8). When I have to search a student's cell phone, I often get sick to my stomach at what I find. It gets worse and worse every year.
"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
"As you gaze into the bathroom mirror, you see a stranger that somehow stole your reflection and replaced it with a completely different girl…why am I not good enough?”
In between studying the sections of the Bible his team will be quizzed on, Jacob has taken matters into his own hands, raising money by mowing lawns—as many as possible.
