This is for catalyst
twelve at creative therapy. The catalyst is “If you could do
something to make a big impact on the world, what would it be?”

For this week’s catalyst, I wanted to do something different. I feel
very strongly that every one of us can change the world by doing
seemingly small things. We all have the power and the ability to make
this world a better place. So I made a little minibook with my ideas on
how you can change the world:

Here are the sections:
1. Help others: Imagine if everyone spent a few more hours a week
volunteering? We could make such a huge impact on the world. Or maybe
something tiny. Help hold the door for the person coming behind you. Do
a tiny kind gesture, you can never be sure what effect that has on the
rest of the world.
2. Be kind: Be kind and loving to people. Always assume the best of
others. I think if everyone did that, the world would be a different
place.
3. Have a child: Children are our future. They represent the world of
possibilities, they are going to create the tomorrow we live. They will
definitely change the world.
4. School and Family First: I believe that everything starts with family
and education. Those are the two pillars of any human and if you get
those right, your impact on the world will be that much stronger.
5. Change yourself: It all starts with you. Don’t wait for others to
change. Start with the man in the mirror.
I think the world is changed by seemingly tiny things all the time. If
we do any of these five, I think we are moving the world in a more
positive direction.

I used tattered angels products I got for being on AMM DT

This is for creative Therapy catalyst
eleven.

Here’s the journaling:
You gave me the love of words.

My first memory ever is of you sitting on our parents’ bed and reading
the newspaper. I was so envious, I asked you to teach me to read, too.
And you did. One letter at a time.

Yona, you may not know this, but you gave me the biggest present anyone
ever gave me. You gave me the love of words. Over the years, through
sad, boring, and even happy times, I always had books. It didn’t matter
where I was, with whom I was, or what I did. As long as I had a book or
two, life was swell.

Those few hours we spent together opened up an entire world for me. It
became my best escape. My way of falling into other people’s lives. My
way of living, loving, learning. My favorite thing in the whole world.

I went through a tough childhood and didn’t have a lot of good friends.
But I always had books. I lived vicariously through so many of them. I
still remember how you drove me to bookstores far away just so I could
pick my favorite books. I remember how much you supported my love of the
written word. From that first memory and onward.

Over the years, many things about me changed. But not my love of
reading. I still read two books a week, most weeks. I still crave the
words, the stories, the lives that I get to experience. I still carry a
book with me everywhere I go. It’s still my very favorite way to relax,
escape, and to feel happy.

I want you to know, Yona, that I owe it all to you. To that moment when
you didn’t tell me to leave you alone. That moment when you let me lie
there, next to you, on Mom and Dad’s bed, and showed me how to read each
letter.

You gave me the love of words, my sister. The best present I’ve ever
received in my whole life.