The Importance Of My Life

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You never really think about it, why you 're here. Then when you do you wonder. Were you planned? Or were you an accident? I know the story of why I’m here. My sister sat my parents down one day when she was six and asked them for a little sibling. Then two years later, on my sister 's eighth birthday, July seventeenth, I was born six weeks early. I was a “miracle baby” or so they say. My mom had gestational diabetes when she was pregnant with me and had to get insulin shots several times a day. When I was born I was black and blue, I had a broken shoulder, a hole in my esophagus, and breathing issues that caused me to be hooked up to a machine until my lungs developed fully. What I’m saying is that I was trouble from the start. I don’t remember …show more content…
At the end of my junior year my mom got really sick and I spent the majority of my summer driving her back and forth to The Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MInnesota. At Mayo I realized that whatever I decide to do in life I want to do something that benefits people. My senior year was my favorite year. I had everything going for me. I got elected soprano section leader in chorus, got most valuable player for cheerleading, I was accepted into National Honor Society, and I was chosen as an office runner. An office runner basically stays in the office for an hour and does whatever needs to be done, I had the privilege of being in there for two hours. I loved it. My senior year was amazing. I remember how excited I was when I made winterfest court, I remember how proud my parents were. Then I finally chose a college, I picked Lakeland College for a couple reasons. It was the perfect size, it was in the middle of cornfields which reminded me of Fence, of home, and it was far enough away from home, but still close. I remember graduation night, and how proud my parents were of me, and my all-night party, the last time the Norway High School class of twenty fifteen was together. Summer was wonderful, I got to bartend and hang out with friends, I was loving life. That all changed pretty …show more content…
July second twenty fifteen, I lost my best friend. I lost the person who taught me everything I know about tools, guns, and cars. The person who taught me to always be the bigger person and constantly encouraged and inspired me to be the best me. We may of had our fights because we were so much alike we couldn 't stand each other sometimes. But at the end of the day I always knew he was my biggest fan and he always had the best advice when I was upset or didn 't know what to do. The person who sacrificed so much for me and made sure I had everything I could ever want. I lost my dad. Everything after those few days are kind of a blur, but it made me grow up super fast. I have my dad’s wedding ring on a chain and it almost never leaves my neck. I almost didn’t come to Lakeland because of it, I wanted to stay home with my mom, but I knew that I need to go, and that I needed to make my dad proud. As if that wasn’t already enough, July twenty eighth, I rolled my car. I was speeding down a gravel road that had loose gravel and lost control of the car. It broke my heart when my mom said, “What are you doing!? I just lost your dad! I can’t lose you too!” And here I am, all moved in to college ready to start this chapter of my

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