Every day I used to walk by the railroad tracks with my dad. Ever since he was killed in the house fire I walked 10 miles along the tracks, and 10 miles back. My school is funding me and my mother so we can have money for a new place to live. When I walked every day people started noticing, and soon after I had one or two close friends making the trek with me. A week later more of my friends joined in. I was happy that everyone could journey along the tracks with me. They comforted me and helped me through the hard times. Then all of a sudden yesterday the school threw out a walk-a-thon, just for me and the memory of my dad. The money the school made would be donated to my family. And the railroad tracks now have a memorial park next to them. I am so happy that these things were done just for me and my father. We will soon be gifted the money to buy a new house, and the rails will now forever represent the long journey that people had made for two insignificant people, and to have my name engraved and face engraved on the stone at the memorial park is such a great reminder of how powerful we can be if we stand together.
