Of all the students in my entire high school, there are only ten that are Christians in the Recovery, one of which is me. Each of us are in separate grades, classes, and cliques, and until a year ago, we hardly knew each other. My proudest accomplishment is uniting together this cluster of Christians.

Around the beginning of my junior year, I was inspired to initiate a team of Recovery Christians to spread the gospel on my school campus. Immediately, I set about contacting each of them. I scheduled meetings in which we would all meet in the band room fifteen minutes before class to have prayer revival, to which friends were always invited. For the rest of the year, I remained the sole facilitator of these meetings. This soon became a weekly event, and it produced our way of being living testimonies of Jesus and preaching the gospel at school.

But sometimes, our proudest achievements can also become our worst nightmares. There is a strange tendency in our nature to bury in our hearts those intangible things which it holds to be most dear. Whether it be due to the increasing materialism or liberal thinking in society, we often feel that our most sacred beliefs would be belittled in the open air, and no one is above the fear of having their core beliefs shattered. We were all afraid of what dark, hurtful ideas might be lurking in others' minds. For many of us, the need to fit in was of utmost importance, which explains why most were too shy to speak up or even make an appearance at the morning revivals in the beginning of the year. Indeed, my faith was challenged by atheists as well as other Christians, but I was also challenged from within my group as well. I was one of only three girls in the team, and my awkward position as the matriarch required me to toughen up against its more sexist members. The drive to survive caused some to turn against me. Sometimes it felt as though the whole world turned its back on me.

I lied. My proudest accomplishment is not uniting together this team of Christians, neither is it the fact that I adhered to my beliefs and never gave up. It is not the fact that by the end of the year, we had a weekly 100% attendance rate as well as two new members. It is not the fact that each person in the team has changed in some way for the better, whether they became more supportive of me as well as each other or became more devoted to the Lord's move. It is not the knowledge that I may have implemented an indefinite change in each of their futures. Neither is it the fact that I also saw change in myself, from being a quiet push-over to being a dedicated leader.

My proudest accomplishment is that I just got up and did it. I cannot say that I did not care for what others thought of me, because I did, and it scared me. But I refused to let that make a difference to me. I just got up and did what I had to do, and that makes all the difference in the world.