The Day My Life Changed Forever

When I started college as a college student, some people were convinced that I would resign. To date, I do not know the reason yet - not because I am a bad student, I really like scholars. I guess I always think that I understand that I do not need a degree as a performer and I will stop the result.

In the four years I graduated from two major (earlier than most focused music students focused on one), and in the past two years I decided to continue my studies at my graduate school. I applied for a lot of different schools, but since I was not accepted, I started my life, built relationships and started pursuing performance.

Most of my friends have chosen their course, but I feel that I have been rejected. Then a letter came. This is quite unexpected. "Shannon!" When my older brother shouted at me from the edge of the staircase, I almost gave up the idea of ​​the university almost completely! There is a letter from you to you.

Some universities? I have applied for a few months but I completely forgot that there are schools I have never heard of.

As an undergraduate, I completed the process of acceptance or rejection. The next question is ready. Is it a big envelope or a small envelope?

My first thought was that it was too late to accept college entrance, but when I got off the stairs my idea was "do sacred nonsense, sacred nonsense, sacred nonsense - really do this Was it? At the moment, I have only one school I have never heard of. This means a big change.

I opened this letter, but it seems like a refusal. This is a cruel joke. As I continued reading, the sound changed suddenly and I noticed that the letter was actually acceptable.

I got panicked. I just submitted it to this particular school as a vision, and I was not expected to enroll. I am lost. My parents were on vacation in Greece, I was desperately calling and listening to their advice.

I called a few buddies and my boyfriend to tell them the news, but as we were trying to register it we were all shocked. Finally, my mother answered my phone.

Oh, the fatal problem I had avoided. I thought this idea more seriously than I had answered for a while.

The day when my life changed forever was the day I was standing outside of the Marine Corps recruitment station Paris Island on those infamous yellow footprints and I was myself what I was doing I asked. Hey, afraid of being down and fully overwhelmed, I closed my eyes and said, "Adam, you have to go to the ground, never look back, you can not choose now. It will change forever. Most people never know if they live and have a purpose. This is the reason why we are a minority, that is why we are proud of our only reason and will always be a Marine Corps.

It is the day when my life will change forever and it should be the happiest day in any family life. But for me this day will open an emotional roller coaster, that is the beginning of a journey that I can never recover. What happened on this day? That day my brother Nicholas was born in 18 months. Because I knew that it robbed me, I lived normally. My story is a happy ending, but especially in small towns where there are few care of handicapped people, many families with disabled children can not get the same opportunity. When I talk about the private fight of my family, I lack knowledge and support for children with severe disabilities in small towns due to social justice.

The day of September will always be engraved in my heart. I will never forget that day. A day when my life will change forever. Three years ago, today I was diagnosed with Hodgkin's lymphoma. This is the second stage of cancer. I remember being faithful until the week of the week; sitting in the parking lot, I am trying to watch my son's high school football game. I accepted my doctor's terrible phone about CT scan earlier this week, mass biopsy from my neck a few days ago and bone marrow biopsy only. In the next 2 days, chemotherapy port was set up in my chest and chemotherapy began on day 4. For 24 weeks, I endured the poison of killing, I underwent surgery, and experienced a cessation of chemotherapy. I have lost my hair. Besides my beard, all these are funny. I lose weight, weigh heavily, and experience the evil known as prednisone. I dealt with my death and I coped with the pain. I laughed, I cried.