Leah's Friend Corps Adventure
Miss Leah, This web page was set up with the help from everyone back home who wants you to know that we are thinking of you. May it remind you of the people who are proud of you, miss you and want nothing but the best for you and all your dreams. Or, to quote a book that you once read, "may it be a light for you in dark places when all other lights go out". So, without any further delay and no more ado....lets get it on.
If you have found your way to this page and you are not in fact miss Leah McFail, nor do you see yourself listed on this page, but would like to be, it can mean one of only two possibilities.
1. You suck at life and have taken 9324756049 YEARS to email someone back, or
2. The cracked out kid who runs this page didn't know you (apologies) and had no way to inform you that this page was in fact going to be put up.
If you would like to be posted, please send whatever you would like to say to the email address below along with who you are, any pics you might want posted and the one time low fee of $50....or just who you are and the pics, up to you.
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Disclaimer:
The views expressed on this page are held only by the persons expressing them. If you submit an email to be posted on this page, you forfeit your rights to the contents of the email along with your house, left kidney, third toe on your right foot (if there is no third toe on your right foot then you forfeit the foot itself, should you not have a left foot at all then you will forfeit a similar appendage of my choosing on a date that will be set at a later time), your computer, three out of the 4 tires on your car, and your ability/right to sue me for anything I choose to do with that email. That having been said, email away.
(Some of the many) REASONS I LOVE AND MISS LEAH ANN(E):
- for co-creating the first-ever exercise regimen dedicated entirely to hauling buns around a pool table while hurling remarkably dangerous objects and screaming our frustrations at incredible decibel levels. (All whilst sustaining surprisingly few injuries) Long live HORSE, is all I have to say 'bout dat".
- for eating way too many Chipolte burritos with me during high school. I wish I could say it saddens me that you eventually had to quit cold turkey, but let's be honest - more for me!
- for coining and tirelessly explaining the terms "bung," "flub," and "guidge" to countless confused folks the world over. If I had a nickel for every time...
- for insisting on diluting all flavorful beverages until indistinguishable from water. (Does "I missed you so much I diluted my grape juice" ring any bells?)
- for always being willing to order two things from the menu and split them, despite stares from strangers and comments like, "you two are just like an old married couple," from our friends. (so come back soon, because I'm missing out on half the culinary wonders here, woman!)
-for bursting into tears when driving in construction zones, providing me with an endless amount of teasing material
- for passing truly childish notes in class with me during middle school and high school (oh yeah, and, uh....in college too...)
- for the best damn head rubs ever (you really ought to patent them as Leah's Miracle Cure for stress, sadness, fatigue, and pretty much any possible ailment.)
- for creating the most original work of foreign language non-fiction: "Haras and Hael." Our characters could not have been more accurately portrayed in our battle against the evil Orafol...
- for never leaving me alone to embarrass myself on the dance floor. (note that I did not imply I don't embarrass myself, just that you don't leave me ALONE while I do it)
- and always, for your spirit of adventure, your passion for life, your zany humor, your inspiring courage, and your amazing compassion. In 27 months Gabon, too, will be thankful for these special traits in you. So embrace your challenges, and know that all my love and support goes with you.
Always, Sarah
Ms. Leah....So I just found out a very interesting fact about Gabon today. It seems that only 8 PERCENT of Gabon's 7,535 km of roads are surfaced. By this point in your journey/adventure/dream/alternateuniverse I am sure you have had the opportunity to witness some of these roads for yourself, and I am sure that by the end of your time in Gabon you will have stories about each one of them for me to soak up and enjoy. Now, Ms. Leah, I do realize that I really barely know you AND that I cannot be deemed an expert on things that pertain to your life BUT I do know that the people of Gabon are truly lucky to have you there. And for the bumps in the road along the way....I have no doubt you will handle them all with grace and charm..........and that you will become a better person for all your experiences. I wish you all the best. On another note, I am slightly proud of myself for not saying something like, "Go SuperLeah Go!!!"....and even more so for not mentioning anything about a cape and a little spandex tights suit outfit! What?! Huh?
-Azeem
Leah,
One day in the glorious year of 2000, there was a happenings at the Fetherolf household. You see, this day was the day that mama Fetherolf was kicking her eldest son out the door to go to college. Now, when most people say kicking you think of a joyous occasion where there are parties and presents and “oh good luck at college you sure winner you” along with “do you need anything, how can we, your loving parents, get you settled”. However, this was not the case with mama Fetherolf. After being driven to the point of insanity by her three children, why she was crazy enough to have three children in the first place is beyond me, she was literally kicking one of them in the ass as he ran out of the door…..wait, that wasn’t how it happened at all, that was an episode of the Beverly Hill Billies….never mind.
Ok, so back to the point (assuming I can make one up real quick so I sound like I might have known where this was going all along). When I moved out, my parents gave me a little quote written on a scrap piece of paper. I didn’t really think too much of it at the time, but when I read it again later on and every day that I’ve read it since, as crazy as this sounds I think my parents might have known what they were doing when they wrote it down for me.
“Pilgrim, how you journey on the road you choose to find out where the winds die and where the stories go. All days come from one day that you must know. You can not change what’s over but only where you go. One way leads to diamonds, one way leads to gold, another leads you to everything you’re told. In your heart you wonder which of these is true, the road that leads to nowhere, the road that leads to you. Will you find the answer in all you say and do? Will you find the answer in you? Each heart is a pilgrim each one wants to know the reason why the winds die and where the stories go. Pilgrim in your journey you may travel far, for pilgrim it’s a long way to find out who you are.”
Live your dream girly, and don’t let anyone get in your way….and if they do, hit them in the face with a shovel and then go about living your dream, occasionally stopping by the now shovel faced person to point and laugh. Never give up and know that when you do come back home (married, single, a kidnapper, a mom, a felon, a man, or as the girl who left) we’ll all be waiting for you.
-Allyn
