Kids in my first grade already knew how to count and write to one hundred. I myself, did not. Writing numbers for me was a challenge, it took me several tries to simply write to ten. Subjects like math and science never got easier for me as time progressed. In fact, they actually became more of a struggle then ever before. When I got to middle school, I was put in the average math courses. Even then I still did not understand the materials being taught. My friends would talk about how much they enjoyed math and science and I would lie and say I liked those classes too, even though I hated them. They would show me their assignments, and I thought to myself why could I not be like them and understand school subjects like they did. Once again I told myself, my life was so …show more content…
When he was just thirteen months old, his liver started hemorrhaging for no apparent reason. He had to have multiple surgeries to cure this problem. After he healed from all of those surgeries he lived a good life. But of course his problems could not stop there. Twenty one years went by and issues start arising again while he was on a trip to California. All of sudden he started feeling sick and collapsed, later finding out at the emergency room that his liver was yet again hemorrhaging. Doctors said he needed to be airlifted back to Minnesota to have an emergency liver transplant. Once he got back safely to Minnesota, he was immediately put on the transplant list. There was not a lot of hope for him because so many patients are on that list, but few ever get the chance to have an organ match up with them. During these waiting periods my brother was telling us how unfair this was, and asked why it had to be him that went through all this hardship. We did not have an answer for