I believe in life, and not taking it for granted, because one day it could be torn from you. Sometimes you know its coming, and sometimes it’s without warning. I live my life day by day without looking back, and having no regrets. I have my down falls, but the best part are those beautifully amazing fairytale days. I still have some growing up to do and I’m not about to waste it. Unfortunately though, some people choose to waste theirs.
My friend Ashley was one of them. Parties were her life; her getaway. No one seemed to stop her from getting in the car that night. Now she’s just another cross at an intersection. What’s ironic you ask, she didn’t die because she was drunk driving. E-brake games were the new thing and it seemed that’s all anyone did at night. Just a thrill, thinking no one would get hurt or even die. But Ashley did when they crashed into her driver’s side.
My great grandfather was another. He was very sick. Hospital after hospital he would go, day after day. They were just trying to help, but he didn’t want help. He was tired of living this way; he wanted to get better or just die. He knew though he would never get better. Everyday you would find him on his front porch just looking at the sky. One day he took one thing outside on the porch with him, a gun. As he bled from under his chin, he walked inside into the bedroom were my great grandma sat. He never made it to the hospital.
Biggest Penn state fan, my great aunt G. was. You couldn’t get through one conversation without her mentioning something about the team. She worked in the Penn State Hospital, mostly with records. She loved life, and you could never bring her down. Not that anyone ever wanted to, she was loved by everyone. She had been delivering records to another hospital during a bad storm and she hit some ice. No one’s day would be brightened by her essence again.
I look at my life as a gift, and like any gift sometimes you might hate them. But you bear it, at least for a while until you can figure out how to make it better. I don’t want to be just another cross on the road or another corpse in the cemetery. I want to live my life to the fullest. I still have some growing up to do, and I believe in life without taking it for granted.
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