This was when I realized, after the accident, that I had been accepted at Newhouse to do my masters in journalism. I had gotten the letter of acceptance before the accident, but I didn’t remember. I still don’t remember getting it, my reaction, anything. I remember finding it after the accident. I just found the letter of acceptance somewhere and I quickly told my mom. I remember how happy I was and my mom’s happiness at seeing a smile on my face. After all I had been through, this made me want to work harder to get better because I knew there was something great waiting for me when I got better.
This just made, and still makes all the hard work, fights with epilepsy, everything; worth it. I just want to get there and show everyone what I have. Seeing this is a reminder that I cannot stop. I have to put my best out there and I will get to where I was headed before all of this.
I need to keep seeing this.