Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
My One School's First Book Club Event
MEET & GREET AIDA OSMANI
OPEN HOUSE
EVENT DETAILS
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Time: 1:00 to 5:00 p.m.
LOCATION
MY ONE SCHOOL BOOKSTORE
180 S. Ronald Reagan Blvd
Longwood, FL 32750
321.972.6047
ABOUT THE BOOK & THE AUTHOR
1 May 1992. At the age of thirteen, Aida's safe life is shattered by the Balkan war. Forced to flee with her parents, she becomes a refugee moving from village to village to escape the carnage of a brutal conflict. Able to find refuge in Germany with her parents, she is torn between the strict rules and mores of her homeland culture and the liberal, open Western society she finds herself forced to live in. She rebels and destroys the harmony of her once close-knit family, breaking her parents hearts. When her parents return to Bosnia at wars end, Aida further isolates herself by moving to America. Filled with remorse and motivated by a strong determination to turn her life around, bring her family back together, and make amends, she enlists in the U.S. Army and is assigned to a unit in Germany where she is once again reunited with her mother and father. This is the true story of a young womans savage introduction to the real world, the mistakes she makes wrestling with her role in two widely disparate and confusing cultures, and her resilience and sheer determination to save herself and her family. It is a story of grit, will and personal victory against overwhelming odds.
Booksigning Event with Kathy Schubitz
Our next author book signing will be Thursday, July 2, 2009 at My One School Bookstore in Longwood, 180 S. Ronald Reagan Boulevard from 5:30-7:30 p.m. Proceeds go to help build schools to promote literacy in India.
Stop by to see new & used books this week!
About the Book, “Finding Purpose after Abuse”
Stop by to see new & used books this week!
About the Book, “Finding Purpose after Abuse”
The reader is motivated to pursue truth in relationships both with people and God. As the story unfolds, the author inspires wounded hearts to seek healing from the Creator of the Universe. The author reveals her need to re-learn lies once believed to be truth, and her need to lean on and trust a loving heavenly Father.
Information courtesy of: http://www.amazon.com/
About the Author
Kathleen Schubitz is a dedicated woman of God who has turned life’s hardships into stepping stones for success. Pressing through an oppressive childhood and life threatening abuse and sickness as an adult, she has turned tragedy into triumph and devastation into dedication. She has not only overcome her own hurtful situations, but through her victories, she is helping other to find healing freedom and purpose in life.
Contact Ms. Schubitz
Kathleen Schubitz
Christian Author & Publisher
Post Office Box 160243
Altamonte Springs, FL 32716-0243
Telephone: 407-551-0734
Cell: 407-617-3111
http://www.rpjandco.com/
“Where quality and excellence meet face to face!”
http://www.findingpurposeafterabuse.com/
“A tool of empowerment and insight!”
Our Projects!
Build a School in Uttar Pradesh, India in 2009-10
My One School has teamed up with Child Literacy to raise funds for the purpose of the construction of the school in Uttar Pradesh, India. This school will provide education to over 300 children. AVJM, Child Literacy's Indian affiliate, has already acquired the land. Sahaspur is shown on the map of India here. Our goal is to raise the funds by June 30, 2009 and the commencement of construction in the 4th quarter of 2009.
Backpack Project
Our Backpack Project serves school-age bookworms from diverse backgrounds. It offers them backpacks filled with timeless books, journals, as well an assortment of school supplies. By bestowing theselove-filled backpacks, we take aim to provide what is most essential to their welfare, hope for brighter tomorrows.
Do you know an exceptional bookworm deserving of a backpack? If so, refer them to us today. We, the staff of My One School Inc., love bookworms, and will work diligently to fulfill all the requests received.
Do you know an exceptional bookworm deserving of a backpack? If so, refer them to us today. We, the staff of My One School Inc., love bookworms, and will work diligently to fulfill all the requests received.
How it all began...
On Sunday, November 2, 2008, as I finished yet another journal filled with hopes, dreams and endless aspirations, I contemplated on giving them up all at once.
Arriving to a helpless point, I realized I’d run out of options. I no longer knew what else there was left to try. I had tried this and that, and that and this. I sought involvement in a few noble organizations, and though I strongly believed in their missions, I withdrew. I never truly felt a sense of fulfillment. I tried to write a book, or two, or four. This time, I refused to buy another ‘three inch D ring binder’ for my wonderful collection of rejection letters. Nothing seemed to work.
Resolving this, I told myself, maybe it was time to let go. I realized that I had been consumed with everything, but nothing. So why was I continuing to drive myself mad for – nothing? But then, how could I let go of my dreams? How? I couldn’t. These dreams were deeply embedded in my DNA. Yet again, how could I help anyone when I was about to break one record, and one record alone, “Guinness World Book of Rejections?” How? What? Where to now?
I contemplated how all my life I dreamt of helping others. Moments later, I stood up, grabbed a few of my old journals and shuffled through them. I re-read some of my old dreams, poems about peace, and entries written to God, where time and time again, I wrote that I wanted to use my gifts to benefit others. I stumbled upon an article with a photo of my heroine, Mother Teresa.
Hence, I wrote for one last time. Or so, I thought. This time, I wrote the following, “It is hard to kill a dream. It is unfathomable to let go of something one believes wholeheartedly and pretend to move on.” On the next page I penned, “Where is my dream? What is it? Have I been dreaming the wrong things all along? All I want… all I want… is to use words… books to help others. Am I asking too much? That’s all. Words… books… that is all...” In the end, I concluded my entry with, “Maybe… just maybe a different dream awaits…”
And, that is exactly what happened. As I closed my old journals, finished off yet another one, and rested my pen, at exactly 7:20 a.m. a new dream was born.A new journal was started. A new chapter began.
So, I wrote… wrote… And, wrote…“I am dreaming again… a different dream…
I am dreaming of a non-profit organization… one… one… one… where I’d organize buildings of schools. I would call this organization… my school… one school… something with one… it has something to do with a school… Yes, I will build schools around the world. I will build them in rural areas… places where children wouldn’t have to travel far in foot… in hot… or cold… Yeah! I’d build these schools with books… yes books… my books… our books… I will sell them online… raise the proceeds… just as I sold the textbooks on Amazon a few weeks ago… Then, I will plead citizens to donate books, which I will also list online and profits will be used to build these schools. Yes! That is exactly what I will do! One book, to one child, to one school, at a time!”
Next, I gathered a few of my friends to announce my vision. After giving one of the wildest speeches, I received a room full of silent stares. I assumed two things. One, I had lost my mind. And two, they agreed. When I admitted that my madness was for a good cause, they broke in laughter. There, I realized that I had their full support. Hence, My One School Inc. was well on its way.
So, here I am, humbled before you, as book donations stack up, sales increase, and projects emerge from all directions; I promise to give all I have, my talents, gifts, and time. I pledge to give you, me. Still, I need your help. And, I plead you to join me in this journey.
Together, let’s make use of those stacked books we never read, those we did, and never will again. Let’s use words to promote the very words. Let’s build a school! Let’s give children what is most important to their wellbeing, hope for a brighter future.
With all my love,
Besa Kosova
Founder & Director of Operations
Arriving to a helpless point, I realized I’d run out of options. I no longer knew what else there was left to try. I had tried this and that, and that and this. I sought involvement in a few noble organizations, and though I strongly believed in their missions, I withdrew. I never truly felt a sense of fulfillment. I tried to write a book, or two, or four. This time, I refused to buy another ‘three inch D ring binder’ for my wonderful collection of rejection letters. Nothing seemed to work.
Resolving this, I told myself, maybe it was time to let go. I realized that I had been consumed with everything, but nothing. So why was I continuing to drive myself mad for – nothing? But then, how could I let go of my dreams? How? I couldn’t. These dreams were deeply embedded in my DNA. Yet again, how could I help anyone when I was about to break one record, and one record alone, “Guinness World Book of Rejections?” How? What? Where to now?
I contemplated how all my life I dreamt of helping others. Moments later, I stood up, grabbed a few of my old journals and shuffled through them. I re-read some of my old dreams, poems about peace, and entries written to God, where time and time again, I wrote that I wanted to use my gifts to benefit others. I stumbled upon an article with a photo of my heroine, Mother Teresa.
Hence, I wrote for one last time. Or so, I thought. This time, I wrote the following, “It is hard to kill a dream. It is unfathomable to let go of something one believes wholeheartedly and pretend to move on.” On the next page I penned, “Where is my dream? What is it? Have I been dreaming the wrong things all along? All I want… all I want… is to use words… books to help others. Am I asking too much? That’s all. Words… books… that is all...” In the end, I concluded my entry with, “Maybe… just maybe a different dream awaits…”
And, that is exactly what happened. As I closed my old journals, finished off yet another one, and rested my pen, at exactly 7:20 a.m. a new dream was born.A new journal was started. A new chapter began.
So, I wrote… wrote… And, wrote…“I am dreaming again… a different dream…
I am dreaming of a non-profit organization… one… one… one… where I’d organize buildings of schools. I would call this organization… my school… one school… something with one… it has something to do with a school… Yes, I will build schools around the world. I will build them in rural areas… places where children wouldn’t have to travel far in foot… in hot… or cold… Yeah! I’d build these schools with books… yes books… my books… our books… I will sell them online… raise the proceeds… just as I sold the textbooks on Amazon a few weeks ago… Then, I will plead citizens to donate books, which I will also list online and profits will be used to build these schools. Yes! That is exactly what I will do! One book, to one child, to one school, at a time!”
Next, I gathered a few of my friends to announce my vision. After giving one of the wildest speeches, I received a room full of silent stares. I assumed two things. One, I had lost my mind. And two, they agreed. When I admitted that my madness was for a good cause, they broke in laughter. There, I realized that I had their full support. Hence, My One School Inc. was well on its way.
So, here I am, humbled before you, as book donations stack up, sales increase, and projects emerge from all directions; I promise to give all I have, my talents, gifts, and time. I pledge to give you, me. Still, I need your help. And, I plead you to join me in this journey.
Together, let’s make use of those stacked books we never read, those we did, and never will again. Let’s use words to promote the very words. Let’s build a school! Let’s give children what is most important to their wellbeing, hope for a brighter future.
With all my love,
Besa Kosova
Founder & Director of Operations
WELCOME!
Mother Teresa once wrote, “There must be a reason why some people can afford to live well. They must have worked for it. I only feel angry when I see waste. When I see people throwing away things that we could use.”
Each year in America, millions of books are destroyed, shredded, burned and thrown away. Equally, millions of children will never know the joy of owning a book. In Africa, the book famine is a harsh reality. Throughout the continent, five or six children share one book. Empty library shelves, are a steady reminder of Africa’s hunger for education. In Haiti, nearly fifty percent of the population remains illiterate and Creole literature scarce. In India, child labor is widespread as many parents are financially incapable of educating their children. In Kosova, the price of a Western medicine book is equal to the monthly salary of a doctor. And, our soldiers across the globe, sailors, marines and airmen carry on without access to books or any reading materials. In general, over eight-hundred-million people remain illiterate in today’s world, a figure likely to remain unaffected if current developments continue.
Thus, the staff of My One School Inc. strives make use of those books others are inclined to dispose, so others may live well. We believe that there is no better gift to a child, than the gift of education. Furthermore, we believe that money isn’t everything. One mustn’t feel the need to give money in order to help. Here, everyone is able to give. Every single individual, company, library, trust or foundation, can stumble upon a book, or a few, and contribute to our cause. This also means, YOU! We recognize that we all have books we have read once, but never will again, books that remain unopened, or those purposeless ones collecting dust in our shelves.Going back to Mother Teresa who said, “Let us not be satisfied with just giving money. Money is not enough, money can be got, but they need your hearts to love them. So, spread your love everywhere you go.”
Each year in America, millions of books are destroyed, shredded, burned and thrown away. Equally, millions of children will never know the joy of owning a book. In Africa, the book famine is a harsh reality. Throughout the continent, five or six children share one book. Empty library shelves, are a steady reminder of Africa’s hunger for education. In Haiti, nearly fifty percent of the population remains illiterate and Creole literature scarce. In India, child labor is widespread as many parents are financially incapable of educating their children. In Kosova, the price of a Western medicine book is equal to the monthly salary of a doctor. And, our soldiers across the globe, sailors, marines and airmen carry on without access to books or any reading materials. In general, over eight-hundred-million people remain illiterate in today’s world, a figure likely to remain unaffected if current developments continue.
Thus, the staff of My One School Inc. strives make use of those books others are inclined to dispose, so others may live well. We believe that there is no better gift to a child, than the gift of education. Furthermore, we believe that money isn’t everything. One mustn’t feel the need to give money in order to help. Here, everyone is able to give. Every single individual, company, library, trust or foundation, can stumble upon a book, or a few, and contribute to our cause. This also means, YOU! We recognize that we all have books we have read once, but never will again, books that remain unopened, or those purposeless ones collecting dust in our shelves.Going back to Mother Teresa who said, “Let us not be satisfied with just giving money. Money is not enough, money can be got, but they need your hearts to love them. So, spread your love everywhere you go.”
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