I believe a tragedy can lead to something better.
Around the time of Easter 2006, I was having a regular day. It was Monday and my brother and I were at our mom’s house. Soon after I had woken up our aunt showed up at the door with a depressed look on her face. After we had gotten ready we walked outside to our dad’s minivan. It took a while, but we finally stopped driving when we reached the local park. Confused, my brother and I sat still in the back seat of the van while our dad climbed between us. Slowly he told us that our grandmother had passed away during the night. For a minute we were in shock, and then we all just sat there and cried. Our grandmother was one of our closest family members and we could not stand that she was gone. Over the rest of the week we went to many events such as her funeral and burial.
A few months had passed since our grandmother’s death and our mom fought our dad to bring us into Caldwell County Schools. Since our dad worked extremely long hours our grandmother would stay with us for the majority of the time to take care of us until he returned home from work, and then she went back to her house next door. Knowing he had no one to watch us anymore, our dad had no choice but to accept.
Later, in the new school system, I applied to the Caldwell Early College High School, an opportunity I did not have in my old school. Over the past two years here I have made friends with at least half of the students in the sophomore class, when earlier I only had one friend who I hardly ever got to see. Also I will receive a two year college degree and a high school diploma after I graduate from the five year program. All of these things are not even more expensive than the traditional high school.
Every once in a while I still think about my grandmother. She helped to raise me and make me the person I was. I know that I will never fully recover from the loss of her; however I know that she would want me to continue with my life. I also know how she is now in Heaven instead of being plagued by her multiple diseases she carried during the last few years of her life.
Now I know that tragedies do happen and when they do they may also deliver something better for those it has affected. If not for my grandmother’s death at that time I would not have traveled to the Early College, to further develop my education and make some of the best friends I have ever had.
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