Moving To A New House

I already spent some time in Arkansas, but I was moving more south in Arkansas to Carroll County, I moved to an apartment complex in Berryville in Arkansas. The apartment was all good and everything for a short little while. But then we stayed long enough, maybe a month at the most that we stayed the neighbors wanted to start trouble with us and make up all kinds of stuff about us. We lived in the apartment complex for a year. I went to a public school in Berryville and I attended the school the whole length we where in the town. I met some good friends in that school. None much cared for me though. I think none of them cared for me. I definitely was not in the neighborhood at all I was hated. The love and care I felt at home was mom and dad, with my siblings. I was hated every where else. We finally had all we could take of the apartment complex and so we where looking for places in Missouri to move into to get out of Arkansas. The apartment complex was so full of drug busts, mean people, and much more problems so we where wanting to get out as fast as we could it was bad news there.

House Fire.

The day I was supposed to be Baptized came. It happened to be 5:00 in the morning when my Grandma who was living with us woke up and screamed for me dad. She had seen an unusual brightness of light that we never had seen before at night. Our kitchen light was always on over night. But Grandma did not accept the brighter light. She woke up and screamed for dad. Mom said dad your mothers calling for you. My dad woke up and jumped out of bed as fast as he could. And he went out to fight the fire in the house him self. It never seemed to work out so what he did is left it alone. Mom jumped out of bed her self. She ran franticly to rescue anyone who is in the house. In a matter of minutes with mom running franticly, every one is out safe. An ambulance had arrived. Mom and dad both suffered smoke inhalation and have been treated as the house continues to burn leaving us with nothing but the cloths on our back. My Mother and I are supposed to be baptized that day. But we had to move to Arkansas to a motel complex and we stay for one week or maybe it was a little longer, but the thing was, we were never baptized because of the house fire. The entire family was safe though and we were very thankful for having each other by our sides. We praise God all the time when we think of that day.

The Day I Was Baptized

Someone had said to me, now it is time for you to get baptized. I was not sure who. I think it was someone from the church. I had no idea what that work was, what it meant, or what they where gonna do when that was said. So the pastor of the church came over to our house after mom talked to the pastor about me accepting Christ in my heart. I am a Christian and I do believe in God. But let me tell you something. I do not act like it or seem like I am. But I do believe him. The pastor explained to me. It is where you are dunked under water and your sines are ripped out of you by the water of the son and the spirit, but you are not held under water. He said you won't drown. My guess for him saying that is because I was 6 I was one year older then when I was suppose to be baptized. He said now you know every thing you need to know about baptism so we met in church on a Wednesday night and discussed our baptism and we would be baptized on the following Sunday. I felt ready even though I had no clue what it meant.

Starting Church

I began going to church. I had no idea what mom was thinking when she said, its time for church. We had woke up at 6:00 AM in the morning and we were told to dress nicely to look good for church. I was 5 years old. I had no idea what it meant to believe in Christ or to be a Christan. So I never got what it meant to understand the Bible fully yet either. So I went and I was in Sunday school and I had no idea what they where saying, I was told to bow my head and pray I had no idea what that meant either. I bowed and pretended to know. I soon got realised from Sunday School. I listened to a 1 hour session of preaching from the preacher, Still never understood what it meant to believe God. I just sat and listened. He would read the Bible to the church and I still never understood what it meant to hear from the Bible or how to understand what it said. I pretended to know and one day we did home school in the church we went to when I moved from Branson, which is where I started my life, and was born. I moved to a town, really small in Arkansas. I went to the church for a long time. I was asked my mother do you want to accept God in your heart. I said yes. I was asked to bow my head and pray and ask for God to enter my heart. I was asked to pray along with my mother, I did and we finished. Mom asked me do you feel different now, she said that, because we are suppose to I guess, and I said out of pretending, yes I do. She said now you are ready for baptism now.

The Beginning Of Trouble.

I have no idea where you would want me to start at age 5, I guess I can start where I began to run a way from home when I was supposed to be in school but never went. I would wake up early along with my grandma who lived with my family. Mom and Dad, where always asleep though, I wake up and I would run around in my sleep cloths. (Bad Idea), I ran to neighbors houses, I would try to break in or open the door to get in, I ran to a house that was wide open. I snuck in and I talked to a person who was new to the neighborhood and I talked to him. Trouble. I was being paged back to the house. I was way on the other side of the neighborhood, the thing was mom was so loud and the neighborhood was so quiet I could hear her yell for me. I got inside and mom had a wooden paddle ready to use on me. I came in the house. Mom stood there in the kitchen waiting for my arrival back to where I really should have stayed. The house. I was spanked and I was sent to my room by my mother and I was told you are grounded for a week. Let me tell you, I was not expecting that. I think grandma found out it was too quiet around the house, because I was bothering grandma before the situation even happened. I really think grandma woke mother and told her I was gone. Mom always hated waking up early in the morning by someone. She was usually a night owl.

Introduction

Hello my name is Dakota Meyer I also call my self the Peace Maker. I am 17 years old gonna be 18 this February 3rd.  I had a rough life starting out at age 5. I began to get in serious trouble at home. I will take you through the life I have had so far. I will continue to up date this page every week.
I am currently a student at Joplin High School in Joplin Missouri. I am a junior in the 11th and 12th campus. A E-F 5 tornado destroyed our last location, and the tornado really created emotion inside me. As I take you through my life, I will tell you about how the tornado effected me.