Unconditional Love daily shoot Digital Storytelling #2

Before I use to love my father. When I was a child I use to play more with boys than girls, my father use to give me all his attention, he use to play a lot with me. He use to tell me stories every night before I fell asleep.
When I turned 18 years old I met a very cute guy in my class, we became friends along the term, his name was Nelmelo. He was very kind to me, and as the time went by we became even closer. I started to have a feeling for him, but in the beginning I was afraid of talking to him because I thought he wasn't interested on me. Fortunately I was wrong, he also liked me, so we talked and we decided to start a relationship. Although, I was interested in him, I started the relationship mostly because of my bests influences. Time passed by and I was loving him one day more than the other, I couldn't imagine myself without him anymore. I would call him many times in one day, if he was busy I would feel like he is not giving me much attention. He use to tell me beautiful worlds, at night he would call just to tell me good night, and I could sleep as my dad just told me a story.

I finished my high school education and got a scholarship to study in America. I truly loved him, but I had to fight and get the opportunity that live was giving to me. He wasn't in favor of me moving to other country, but I had to decide it myself and I thought if he truly loves me he will wait.
I missed him a lot, we would talk almost everyday in skype, facebook, msn cell phone, etc. It felt like our love just rised 1000x more. Each song I would hear reminded me of him, in the same time I was afraid that he would sometime forget about me.

One day I then decided to go back home and visit my family, friends and of course to see, my mistake was that I didnt tell him, I wanted to make a surprise. When I arrived, I went to his house without telling him, when I entered I saw him kissing another girl, the way we used to kiss. Touching her, the way he use to touch me, Teling her the same words he used to tell me. OMG I left there crying, I didn't let him see me. In the night of the same day, I decided to call him, and ask if he still love me, " hey baby how are you ?" I replied I'm alright. I have a serious question to ask you. He said "go head love" being strong I asked "Do you still love me the same way as before?" He laughed and said "Of course I still love you as before, and probably I love you more then before". Then I said to him, look I can't take this distance relationship anymore, that it would be better if we broke up, because I cheated on you and I can't lie to you anymore. I was lying to him, I was doing that hoping that he would tell me the truth. Surprisingly, he started to call me names, judge me. After all, I said what about you, have u cheated on me, and he said "NOP". It was too much for me, I just hung up on him without telling that I was back in town and that I saw him kissing another girl.

I layed down in my bad, started to remember all the good moments we shared, but I also remembered a word from my father "love yourself first". I stood up and went to talk to my parent at the live room, and I asked him to tell me the stories he used to tell me when I was younger. My father huged me, and I felt save, I felt everything that I use to feel before my Nelmelo appeared and stole all the love I had for my father. From that moment I loved my father back, someone I know that loves me, will never lie to him, and I can love until the end, that I would get the same love back from him.

I went back to skl in order to finish my degree. Then I looked for a Job, and started to work as secretary in the prime minister office. I was working with very famous and important people and there was always these man that never missed any important meeting, presentation and so on. One day this man decided to come and talk to me and he asked me for a date, to go to a dinner, his name is Rui like our son. We had dinners, lunchs and many other time together. New couples, we were going out for 5 years when then we decided to get married. We had our first child Rui after one year of our marriage. I love him, but I realized that I dont love him as much as I love my family...

Girls Scout Experience in Africa. Digital Storytelling #1

I would like to tell you my experience as a girl scout in a country in Africa. I was about 14 years old when a friend of mine asked me if I ever heard about scouts, I told her that didn't but would like to know. She explained to me that our group was different because we were going to be Catholic Scouts, we weren't going to be paid for what we were going to do. She told me that we were going to help people with necessities, lack of food, water, clothes, and so on. I found it interesting and thought that I should give a try. 

One day I woke up  and I went to the first meeting, I was feeling very nervous, and shame, my friends were asking with there was anything wrong with me I couldn't even talk. until today don't understand why. As the time passed by, I realized how happy, serious, playful, open and respectful the people of that group were. Then I started to be more open and actually talk to them. 

The group always had this thing what we call scout camping, but different from the other scout group, we use to do camping to help poor people, so we could go out of town for 10 days or more and live like a solder I would say. I remember the first time I went camping I came back home sick, with malaria. My mum got really mad and she told me it was the first and last time I would go camping. I cried like a little baby. 

The first camping was the best experience ever, we have to walk to the campus for more than 13km, and couldn't eat or drink water on our way.  We had to carry the bags with our clothes and everything very heavy stuff. I thought I would die, which I think I did for a moment because I fainted. thought everything was okay after all... The first camping was only for 5 days and in these five days I lived something that I never lived before, something fantastic, I learned lots of things that I didn't know because I had never sleep a way from my family with a group of strangers. I leaned how to survive without food, I went to jungle looking for food as a scout activity it was crazy but I enjoyed it so bad... 

On my second and last camping was even more excited, because the camping was more far way from home, we actually had to take a bus ans it was about 300km away from home. My mum did not in any way let me go, but i insisted. I got very surprise with what I saw there. People that did not sleep or eat for days. children who were crying because they're lack of food. Parents without knowing what to do... It was the sadist think I have ever seen. We as a scout group, had to take some food from home and clothes to give to these kids and parents so that they could have something to eat for  some days. From their home to the villages they had to walk about 12km everyday because there was the only place they could get food from. I remember that we ran out of food and we had to go to the villages and buy it. I thought that is was near so I volunteer to go, and on the way I was always asking are we there yet and the worse thing was that there was a lot of sand which made it more harder to walk. I felt really bad about that situation, seeing people with no food and I everyday was to throw food away. seeing them drinking dirty water while at Home I play with it. From that camping I started give a value for the things I had, and say thank to God that I have. That image of the children still in my head have been more than 6 years already. When we were going back home, I cried for leaving these children. I promised them that one day I'll go back and help them, and I'm willing to do so, as soon as I can. 

 

I had to stop going to this group when I left my country to come to Japan. It was sad because I was really loving the experience. Usually as a scout their is some kind of graduation or signal for levels. When I entered in the group I did have anything that would demonstrate that I was a girl scout, I had 6 months of training until I got my first Yellow kerchief it meant that I was the small wolf and a beginner for the long journey.  The wolf were considered to be strong, free and happy. it represented youth and determination. The Wolf slogan: THE BEST WILL.  

After 6 more months and lots of experience I was upgraded and consider exploitative, and gained a new kerchief with green color. This color means progression and hope. After I received it I started to teach the new kids that were coming in the group, I became the teacher of the new wolfs it was a good experience sharing my knowledge with them. Teach them about what is life, how to do to survive in the worst situation and how to value the things they have. How to be strong and not fear anything. The slogan changed to: ALWAYS IN ALERT. 

There is 3 more steps in the scout group unfortunately I haven't reach that path yet, but I'm planing to continue. these are the  pioneers, leaders and walkers. 

   I really hope that you'll enjoy my story...

The Inspiration for my 1st digital Story

30 sec story http://ds106.us/2011/02/19/30-sec-story/

Author: Charlotte S.

 

Description: My name is Charlotte. I one time I was skiing and I fell and got a concussion. When I came to there were people around me and there was smoke coming from somewhere. It turns out the ski patroller who got the call about my accident drove her snow mobile up the slope with the parking break on and when she got off it burst into flames. I was ok and so was the ski patroller. Life lesson learned? Always wear a helmet when skiing and don’t forget the parking break on any vehicle.

Plans for First Digital Storytelling

For my storytelling I'm planing to make it simple.
Talk about my own experience using photos, videos, of the topic I'll be talking about.

I'll make a video, introducing the story and saying the importance of it. Probably I'll make something surprise. but still thinking about it...

Im really bad with computer things so if someone has and idea tell me... So i can make my blog pretty interesting...

Feeling of today

I woke up this morning felling guilt because I did something bad, but then I talked to my best friend and I felt good, new and I realized that people do make mistakes, the only have to assume it and repair as the best way they can.


I realized that somehow I can make a challenge myself, I do not need anyone at all to tell me what to do, and when to do it. The fact that I made a mistake today doesn't mean that it will always be this way... 

Now I feel new and Happy... because I realized that life is only one, I can't go back to the past and change everything, but I can do something in my present that will make my future much better than my past...

Welcome to my blog

My nane is Doce Mel which means (Sweet Honey), and in my blog I'll be talking about many things related to African Culture and life. I will encourage you to take few minuted Everyday reading the news in my blog about Africa. I am sure you will love it and have a lot to share and ask. fell free to comment and ask question. Sorry for my poor English, but I hope YOU can understand everything I write.