Keira Brigit Pauline

I was raised in the Seventh-day Adventist Church. It started out in upstate New York, in the same area and time period when many other fringe groups started out. The Shakers had already made a big presence there for some time. The Latter-Day Saints, Spiritualism, and the Oneida group started up over there. The SDA church started with William Miller, who was a lay preacher, farmer, and veteran of the War of 1812's Battle of Plattsburgh. William Miller studied his Bible and was especially intrigued by the book of Daniel. He felt that the world was going to come to an end in 1843. He spoke at various places around the northeast United States and gained around 50,000 followers. Later they were waiting for Christ to return on October 22, 1844.  When that failed to happen, many members disbanded and went back to their previous churches. Some formed the Advent Christian Church, and some others formed the Seventh-day Adventists. First, William Miller should have never started what he

1995 was the best year of my life, except for the death of a friend on November 12. Yesterday made 21 years since her death.  The year 1995 was when I started high school at a public school. I attended my first pep rally. Having attended church schools all my life, I didn't know what a pep rally even was. I remember my ears popping from all the yelling and shouting in the gymnasium.  That year was the year I met Nathan, whom I saw at many Adventist events for many years after that.  I always looked for him. He liked me a lot. He would eventually be killed in a car accident, but that wouldn't happen until December 1999.  That was the year I first went to the SDA camp meeting in Freeport, Maine. I had just met Nathan at the camp meeting in Massachusetts, and his family then went to the one in Maine. We got to spend lots of time together. We went to a water park in Saco. I remember him having deep sunburn and his skin on his fingers peeling badly. He loved to have fun. I mis

My friend Jo passed away. She had some ongoing health problems for many years. She was told in 2012 that she didn't have a year to live. She kept going for some reason. God wasn't done with her yet. Yet on October 22 she was found with 21 pain patches on her. I am wondering if she was losing her mind and put those on, or if she purposely committed suicide. She had some brain damage from that and died a week later. I still haven't deleted our texts or even her phone number from my phone. I still am fooling myself into believing that I can call her again. I can't. I will miss her. She was a good counselor for me.