josh hutcherson’s parents are probably called josh hutcherdad and josh hutchermom
actually their names are chris hutcherson and michelle hutcherson
So tell me,
When did you graduate from Killjoke University?
2004 i was valedictorian
I got into a car accident last year around this time. I was in Buffalo NY on a missions trip with my church. My friend Abby, my youth pastor Jason, the center we were staying at photographer Jeremy, and I went grocery shopping. It was around eight or nine at night. When we were coming home from shopping, I asked to sit shotgun. It was weird that I even ask because usually the adults only sit up front, but I decided there’s no harm in asking. To my surprise I was allowed to shotgun.
We were only about a block away from the center. We had the light and we were half way across when all of a sudden, a red car rapidly approached my side of the car and crashed into us.
I remember making a loud screaming sound and my head banging against the car door. We all came to a simultaneous silence. Jason quickly took out his phone and called the police. I was remember just sitting there, feeling numb and shaking. Jason got out of the car to survey the damage I assumed and go talk to the other driver.
I don’t remember much from when I was sitting inside the car. I remember Abby jokingly saying “I bet you’re not going to ask for shotgun anymore?”
I said “yeah,” and let out a laugh sigh, but in reality I didn’t think it was funny. I wanted to call my mom, but Jason suggested I wait until I got back to the center.
A cop finally came after about five minutes. He took a report of the accident and I stepped outside the car to ask if I should go to the hospital after banging my head against the car. He said if I felt funny I should. I didn’t at the time, so I just sat back in the car.
The center was literally just right across the street from where the accident was, so Jason told the three of us to take the groceries and walk back. We each took a bag or two of groceries and made our way back. We nearly walked past the other driver’s car, when I decided to stop and go talk to them.
She was a young white girl, couldn’t be no older than in her early twenties. She was crying profusely and had a lit cigarette in her mouth. Her porcelain white skin was stained with red cheeks and mascara. Her window was rolled up, so when I approached she rolled them down.
I introduced myself and she did the same. She quickly apologized for what happened and I told her I was fine. I wasn’t, but it was what she needed to here, and physically I was. I extended my hand and she accepted it. I explained that we were a church from North Carolina coming up to volunteer around the city. Before we finished talking, I asked if I could pray for her. Throughout the week we were taught to pray for everyone and I got into the habit of doing so. She declined. I shook her hand once more before walking back with Abby and Jeremy.
We made it back and by the penetrating stares I could tell that a few of them had already been informed about what happened. I sat down trying to recollect myself. Papa Joe, who was like the grandfather of the whole group, kept trying to cheer me up but all my attempts at a smile failed. I sat by myself fidgeting with my phone, because it didn’t have any service for some reason.
Jeremy sat next to me and asked me how I was. I gave my automated response “fine”. He looked at my phone and noticed that I had the Cosby Show as my background. He asked me if it was my favorite show and I said yes. We then proceeded discussing our favorite characters. He left after about five minutes. That’s when I went upstairs to my room.
Ten flights of stairs later, I had reached the hallway to my room. I cut through the main female leaders room, because there was no sign of any other girls being up there. Toni, who was like the maternal figure of the group, must’ve heard what had happened because she soon took me into her arms and hugged me for about five minutes. While she was hugging me, she started whispering in my ear “it’s gonna be okay, i know it was scary, it’s gonna be okay.” It wasn’t particularly moving, but it was nice. Then the other adult leader Sorina, who I swear had a damn Walgreens in her purse gave me a Tylenol. I then asked for one of the women’s cell and then proceeded to call my mom. She was glad to hear that I was okay. I didn’t talk long because I didn’t have much to say. After hanging up, I made my way to my room.
In my room, which was really just a gym that I shared with like 30 other girls, I saw four other girls Yazmeen, Madison, Jamie, and Abi. Abi had a really bad fever and was lying over by herself. The other three were huddled up on one air mattress and talking. I assumed they had no clue what had happened by there lack of concern when I came in.
"Did you hear what happened?" I said. There was a resounding no. I then explain what happened.
"Was Alex in the van?!" Jamie asked.
"No," I answered.
"Are you sure?" She asked again.
"Yes, i’m sure…" I was kind of annoyed by that.
Madison then asked if I was okay, and I said yeah because physically I was. Then that was it. They returned to their conversation.
I sat in a chair right next to them and plugged in my phone.
"My head hurts," I kept saying seeing if it’d get any response but it didn’t.
Abby finally made it up to the room and went to check on Abi. I continued sitting quietly by the wall.
Service was about to begin in fifteen minutes, so I made my way back down stairs. I took my phone and called my brother Josh. The first two times I called he didn’t answer. Then he called me back. That’s when I broke.
I confessed that I was scared and how I felt there was no one around that really cared. That I was all alone.
His only response was “it could’ve been worse.”
Yep. That’s exactly what I needed to hear. So I finished the conversation with him and made my way to the theater for service.
The chairs were arranged in a half circle near the stage. I sat in the second row in the seat nearest to the stage. As people started to file in, I could tell that either people didn’t know what had happened, or they didn’t care. Service began and Jason started off saying something along the lines about life’s unpredictability and how the devil will throw things at you to throw you off course. Then they proceeded to pray for Abi, the girl with the fever. That’s when I left. I couldn’t handle it.
I left, with tears rapidly leaving my eyes. Jarrell, who was a youth leader, escorted me back to my room. He asked me if I was fine and I said “I will be,” but I didn’t believe that. But It was the truest thing I had uttered that whole night. I took a shower and went to bed.
That was the night it dawned on me that no one really cared and that’s why I always say I’m fine. Maybe it’s partially my fault why people don’t care either. I’m always so shrouded in secrecy and i should be more honest. People shouldn’t have to break through my tough exterior. But it’s hard to break myself when there’s no proof that anyone really cared. Abi had a fever which required a goodnight rest, but everyone was around her and comforting her and everyone was basically telling me to “suck it up” when I almost died. It really scared me to realize how disposable I was.” — The day I discovered why I always say i’m “fine”/ the day I discovered no one really cared/ the day I realized I was disposable
me coming back to mcdonalds in the same day
You guys, this is really close to where I live and for some reason, this area never gets boosted when it comes to lost babies.
These babies are believed to be in serious danger.
The Flathead Tribal Police Department is helping the Nez Perce Tribe in Idaho in searching for three children who are missing and believed to be with their father, who does not have legal custody of them.
The Montana Department of Justice issued a missing endangered person advisory Thursday for the children, who were last known to be in Polson on Nov. 15.
Their father is 30-year-old Kortny Gene Duback, a Native American who is 5 feet, 11 inches tall and weighs 175 pounds. He may be driving a black 2000 Toyota Camry with Montana license plate 15-0351C.
The children are 7-year-old Kallie, 5-year-old Justin and 3-year-old Nevaeh.
Flathead Tribal Police Chief Craig Couture says the children were in their mother’s custody in Lapwai, Idaho, until she was incarcerated. Another family member took them in until that person also was jailed. Duback then picked up the children.
As it is, this only has FIVE shares on Facebook. Montana is so big and so rural and I would really like to see tumblr boost this. Please help find these kids.
*burns eyes off* *maintains pristine eyebrow game*
there’s nothing wrong with interracial dating
the issue is with some black men treating white pussy like it’s the promised land
fam, love who you love
but if in the process of you describing your love you act as if black women are beneath you
i’m not here for it
purposely intimidating racist old white men on public transport looks
how you figure ol boy is racist tho?
sometimes i forget nic cage has a son
something tells me that nic cage tries to forget he has a son
the “white genocide” lol. this is so tragic
i can’t believe
i really thought this was going to be satirical
i was wrong
Maude: Florida’s Problem
hahahahahaha, that was a read
ooooooooo, oooooooo. got her. and the head bop and bounce at the end. yes!
YES THIS THIS RIGHT HERE
Boys are so weak with their penises hahahahaha all i did was touch you and you have a boner WEAK YOU ARE WEAK