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Posted: January 1, 2026
Wow! Today the Oregon Ducks crushed the Texas Tech Red Raiders 23–0 in the Orange Bowl! Their defense was amazing. They didn’t let Texas Tech score at all. Oregon scored a couple of touchdowns and some field goals to seal the win. Now the Ducks are moving on to the College Football Playoff semifinals at the Peach Bowl. Go Ducks!
Posted: January 1, 2026
It's the new year! Time to get ready for exciting new things in life, like making goals, trying new things, bettering ourselves, and having fun! My goals for this year is to get my permit, work on my typing, and finish the school year with good grades! Hope you all make great goals and meet them by the end of the year! Happy New Year!
Posted: Decemeber 30, 2025
This is a story my family loves written by my Mother.
It’s been just over 100 years since one of the greatest acts of courage was ever
recorded, and one of the most extraordinary stories of sacrifice was ever told.
For during that winter so long ago, a miracle ran through the snow, not one
carried by fame, but by devotion, sacrifice, and a willing heart.
In 1925, a
silent danger crept into the small town of Nome, Alaska. Diphtheria, swift and
deadly, began stealing the breath of the children.
The only life-saving antitoxin
lay hundreds of miles away across a frozen wilderness. And that’s when an
unlikely hero stepped forward. Not a soldier, not even a man, but a dog.
What
followed would become known as the Great Race of Mercy, a relay of mushers
and sled dogs racing against time itself, to help save the children of Nome.
The dog sled relay would cross 674 miles from Nenana to Nome; normally a
two-week journey. However, this time, twenty mushers and more than 150
dogs would push forward day and night, completing the run in just over five
days.
They would face temperatures near –30°F, endure winds between
65-110 miles per hour and suffer wind chills that plunged to –85°F or lower.
Frostbite was constant and severe, trails vanished in the blowing snow, ice
shifted, and the cold drained strength with every pressing mile.
For this was
not just a race against distance and time, but a race against death.
Of all the mushers chosen, Leonhard Seppala, widely regarded as the greatest
dog musher of his time, was given the most demanding assignment.
He and
his lead dog, Togo, were expected to cover more than 260 miles, and to
attempt the most dangerous shortcut of the entire run, a crossing of the open
ice of The Norton Sound.
It was a risk no one else would take. What was
expected of them was considered impossible; to outrun the storm, and cross
moving sea ice in brutal darkness to deliver a miracle.
Togo, small for a sled
dog, and well past his prime, possessed a heart that outran his size a hundred
times over, and was bound to Seppala by a devotion that could not be trained
or measured.
At twelve years old, Togo gave everything he had left. His paws were bloodied
and torn, his body spent, and when the team finally stopped, Seppala feared
the worst, that he had run his best friend to death. But love had not finished its
work, and Togo did not run alone.
Behind him ran a team of dogs just as
willing. Dogs who trusted his lead, pulled through pain, and gave their strength
mile after mile.
Beyond them were other teams, other mushers, each facing
their own dangers to keep the serum moving forward. Together, they formed a
chain of courage stretching across the frozen North, bound by duty and love.
But it was Togo’s run, 264 miles of frozen courage, that was the longest and
most dangerous leg of the serum relay. Yet no songs were written for Togo. No
statues were raised in his name.
In fact, the world handed its praise elsewhere,
and the real hero slipped quietly back into the snow. But Heaven keeps better
records than men do. And perhaps that is why Togo’s story deserves to be told.
Not as a tale of fame, but as a reminder of what quiet faithfulness can
accomplish. Because it is the Lord that honors the humble and overlooked, and
the ones who step into the storm because love compels them. Seppala would
later say that he understood the truth; what carried them through the darkness
was more than strength or skill.
It was a devotion, and a love willing to sacrifice
everything.
“We lived,” he said, “because God carried us.”
Togo’s life reminds us that some miracles do not shout or shine from
mountaintops, some simply run on four tired legs through a blizzard, because
others are in need.