Bad Things, Good People

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Kobi Philpot Bad Things, Good People I would always hear about the bad things happening to people on the news or reading about it books, but I never could’ve imagined anything bad happening to my family. We go to church, volunteer, help when help is needed, and always try to do the right thing. I felt as though we were the classic suburban family with my dad as a preacher and in the army, we were the family that most wished they had. I never thought that things could change so suddenly and in such a terrible way, not to my family. We were good people. I quickly learned that just because we’re good people, doesn’t mean bad thing can’t and won’t happen. My parents divorced when I was three, my dad was in the army and we were always moving. I lived with my dad all my life, he was my very best friend. I never thought that we wouldn’t be together. There wasn’t a day that went by that memories were being made. I later learned that those memories would soon be the only thing I had left of him. We finally had settled down in Oklahoma City, and we were near my mom again. We were told this is the last time we would have to move and I couldn’t of been happier. I could finally keep friends that I made and see my mom more. It was perfect. Until three years later when my dad got a call saying we had to pack up and we were moving to Colorado. I was torn between staying with my mom and being with the one whom I’d always lived with. It was a tough decision but I decided it was better for me to stay here, with my mom. A couple months had passed ,and it was hard not always being with my dad but with a phone call a day and skyping, we made it work. Before I knew it June 1st, 2009 had came along. I had just finished middle school and I was about to take a big step and enter high school the next year. I thought life couldn’t get any better right now. I was swimming with my
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