Ill be on your side forevermore!

Dear Friends, 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V22ahe9xzC4

I promise, 

Alex Trost

The story I wish all FHE groups knew!

Dear Lauren,

The end of winter 2010 semester was a nightmare. Basically my group of friends turned wacky and started making up stuff, spreading rumors, and treating me really poorly. It got to the point that I felt like a stranger in my own apartment and was in many ways totally exiled from my very close group of friends. With no other friends to turn too I befriended a group of people that had very low morals and considered themselves misfits. I felt like I fit in well, based on my current standing with my other friends.

 As time went by I found myself becoming comfortable around these people. I let them smoke and drink around me and tried to make them feel that I wasn’t judging them. Luckily, I realized that I was being poisoned. No matter how good my intentions, I was getting sucked down right along with them.

 The night I realized this I couldn’t sleep and so I decided to kneel in prayer. I asked for some very specific blessings. One very specific thing that I asked for was a good FHE group. I specifically remember saying, "Father please put me in a group with Lauren Brower." I just knew that we would be good friends and that being your friend could strengthen me.

 When we were, to my surprise, put in the same group, I kept thinking how much God really loved me. We all became such good friends and I was able to have the strength to ditch those rebel friends. For me you were a tender mercy from God.

Thank You,

Alex Trost

she'll say yes.....

Dear Katie, 

Don't cry! These words were never easier for me to say, or for her to second guess. 

Miserable at best,

Alex

Palmovka

Dear Memories of the Czech,

Beautiful streets-

Yet not as if it didn’t exist

A much heavier gloom lingered in the out reach

Beautiful streets turned dreary with the stench of man

A place for them who didn’t know home

And for those searching for something of necessity

The mist of grunge welcomes not the clean white shirt

A place where man’s search for silver ends

And where sadness puts on like a coat in bitterness 

Lost in the looking and finding in substance alone

Only the brave will talk to him in affliction

For Grace sufficient is the same for all

Dreary streets-

Turned beautiful with endless strides of love

 

Common is so common when in the eyes of pride

And dirty gets you dirty when treated for its Crown

Perhaps in colored glass the problem seems so different

And only as pertains to you does the problem stay with them

 

Dreary eyes-

Yet not as if it didn’t exist

A lighter air still lingers in the grasp of one’s own hands

Dreary eyes turned beautiful through the hope from somewhere else

 Home turns to a matter of ambition

And peace reaches even the most tranquil moments

Dirt is washed with the Grace foretold

Beauty is not the suit and tie but the experience

Lost in the looking and finding in Hope

For Grace sufficient is the same for all

Dreary eyes-

Turned beautiful with endless strides of love.

S Laskou,

Starsi Trost

 

If there really is a Jill for every Jack...

Dear Jill (My Jill), 

 

Some days I am absolutely sure that you are right around the corner and other days I fear you will never come. Sometimes I hope you are the best friend sitting right next to me and sometimes you are my worst enemy. In my dreams you are wearing blue shoes, standing in the driveway, holding the hand of our blond son as I drive away in a red car. Sometimes you sit in a rocking chair holding a little girl with curly red hair (there is a saying on the wall above your head that reads: If you are lucky enough to have a redheaded girl, you are lucky enough) and sometimes you stand in the doorway, tired from the day, laughing as I wrestle with the kids. I have started a letter to you but I don’t know where to send it. I have wanted to call you but I don’t know whose number to dial.  When I think of you my head hurts but I think for the sake of my heart. I don’t know you but I love you…I can't see you but you’re beautiful.

Come soon,

Jack (Your Jack)

thanks

Dear Josh, 

Thank you waking me up this morning i set my alarm for the PM not the Am......You are the man. 

Thanks, 

Alex

Gum rant

Dear Girl, who sits next to me in english class, 

You chew your gum really loud and it is really gross! and you make annoying comments too!

spit it out,

Alex

smokin

Dear Janna's orthodontist, 

nice work!!

sincerely, 

Alex 

at the back of my heart...

Dear Hope, 

I build a treehouse
I keep it from shaking
Little more glue every time that it breaks
Perfectly balanced
And then I start making
Conscious, deliberate mistakes
All that I ask for
Is one little corner
One private room
At the back of my heart

-ALEX

Far Away

Dear Brian Yorky, 

Thank you for your story, its an inspiration of realistic and normal proportion. 

Far from Normal, 

Alex

Mossness

To the future Mr. and Mrs. Aaron Moss, 

A conversation that we have recently had in the car on the way home from the halloween party lingers in the spot in my brian that thinks. I so appreciate your words of advice and your perspective on life. I love observing the stage you are in right now in your lives and I am so grateful for your wonderful examples of worthiness and love for each other; it is very evident that you are in love and meant to be together. Thanks for being so friendly and kind. I have really enjoyed being friends with you this semester and I hope our friendship lasts far beyond tomorrow. I hope one day to have what you two share! 

You are Bomb!

Alex

slush

Dear snow, 

I wasn't ready for you yet. please ascend back into the sky!

get out!

Alex

Remembering...

Dear Dustin,

"Jamie is sure something wonderful died
Jamie decides it's his right to decide
Jamie's got secrets he doesn't confide
And I'm still hurting"

-THE LAST 5 YEARS

peace, 

Alex

the smell of success...

Dear Fabreze,

You smell good and I might be obsessed with you! 

thanks for making it easier to live in an apartment of 9 guys!!

cant wait till your Christmas sent comes out!!

Alex

ventilation.....

Dear Vocal Union Men, 

I love you! but I hate Tinny Little Christmas!

bah humbug

Alex

Just the way you are...

Dear Janna,

When I was younger I came home from school and my mom was in the kitchen getting her nails done. I was young and I was in tears by the time she was finished. I’m not sure why I was so upset, except for the fact that by her putting on nails she was changing the perfect mother that I knew I already had. There was no harm in putting on the nails but the small change in someone I loved so dearly was just so weird to me at the time.

That’s a random and weird story! sorry, but I have been thinking about it lately in light of November 8^th when you get your braces off. I have only known you with your braces on and the child inside me wonders if the same Janna I know and love now is behind those braces. I just hope that the braces are the only thing that changes because I love you just the way you are!

With Love,

Alex

 

really sick of cleaning!!!!

Dear Roommates and Honored Guests of apartment 103,

Please clean up your S@#$! I have picked it up for the last and final time.

With all my love and affection,

Alex

heavenly neighbors....

Dear Kim, 

Tonight we met with the sister missionaries and I could tell you did not love it. Thank you for being respectful and for sitting there, it means a lot to me. They talked to you about the purpose of life and kept asking you what was really important. You said your family. If I were to answer I would probably say the very same thing. I think about what the after life will be like often. I picture beautiful clean European streets with colorful apartment buildings on each side. Everyone lives next to his or her families and best friends and fun takes place on every square inch.  People dress in only the stuff found on 5^th avenue and never frown. I picture myself as being productive but never busy, having list of things to do with out ever feeling rushed or in a hurry. I would always have time to stop and talk to a friend without fear of being late. And things move slower than they to in our life now. Slow enough so that we can really take it all in.  After a days work everyone gets together with their neighbors and sit in their lawns in lawn chairs and chat as the sunsets behind a beautiful mountain ridge. We eat whatever we want for dinner and joke and talk till the sun comes up again. We feel perfectly at ease because we are with the people that matter most forever

Dear Kim,

Tonight the sister missionaries came over and I am glad they did. I don’t want to be pushy at all but I do want you to know how much I love this church! and to let you know that I want you to be one of my neighbors in heaven.  I know that what the sister missionaries teach will help you get there. Please open yourself and listen to them. I Love you man and want you to find true happiness.

Your friend,

Alex

 

Success!

Dear Failure,

I have been well acquainted with you thus far in my life and I don’t care to associate with you anymore.  

Peace out,

Alex

What do I do now?

Brother Cameron, 

I remember when I was a freshman here I didn’t know what major to pick. I was in your English 251 class and I emailed you asking you if I could pick your brain about your decision to be an English major. Your answer inspired me and here I am.  I remembered that today when I was sitting in your 316 class 2 years latter. I have loved the English major and have never regretted my decision, but now I am wondering what to do with the rest of my life as I am anticipating graduation. Could you please inspire me again?

Just Let Me Know,

-Alex

we are breaking up...

Dear Diet Pepsi,

I remember the time I first realized I needed you. It was, at first, an emotional attachment. When we first moved to Idaho Falls there were some dark moments where I didn’t think I could ever make a friend and I found you at the nearest gas station. When things got stressful I came and found you and I relied on you for comfort. During the stress of school, on a cold day, with a break-up, during friend drama, and through other tough times you were my best buddy. I needed you then but I don’t need you any more.

After a week break, I have realized that our relationship isn’t healthy and actually quite toxic. I need space to find my way in life with out you. So I’m leaving you. Sorry we had a good run and I wish you the best.

Its not you; its me….

-Alex

Hunger

Dear Bryan Borders, 

Thank you so much for the slice of pizza you gave me today as we passed in the hall. Without that, I wouldn't have eaten anything all day!

Thanks!

Alex

Scare Tactics

Dear Janna and Flo, 

You girls think you are so sneaky- coming to our house with skurry masks and water balloons. was it scary? yes! nice work. 

I don't know why you do this to yourselves. We are just going to get you back worse and you hate being scared. This has marked a revolutionary point in The Scare Tactics Halloween Countdown Week! mmwwaaahhhhhhahhhhaaaaaahahahahahahhhahah!

Watch your backs, 

Alex

Ill feelings?

Dear Ryan Mack and Clayton Johnson,

Remember that one time you made me suck the Gas out of that tube to get the Gas siphoned out of our car? I had to restart the siphon thing like 9 times and my mouth tasted like gas for a whole week after. Why did you guys never take a turn? why didn't you make Streng do it? I may still harbor ill feelings about that.

Cau

Alex

To Nobody...

Dear Reader (as if you even care)

 

In my letters to them, I'm Writing to you.

 

Sincerely,

Alex