You get to a point when sleeping about 4 hours a night is
normal. There’s just simply too much to think about, read about, and write
about. If I step back and look at my life, I think I’m one of the luckiest
people on this planet. I have a happily married mother and father and a
beautiful younger baby sister (she’s sixteen now but whatever). I get to attend
one of the best universities (I may be a bit biased), be a part of an AMAZING
sisterhood, and I have a job that helps me learn for my future career. I have
the ability to pay my own bills and still spoil the people I love. I am so
lucky. I take a lot of it for granted. I just can’t seem to process how I got
to this point in my life or what I did to deserve this. I’m a healthy twenty
one year old girl. I have all the resources to make my biggest dreams come true.
I have the biggest heart that I just happen to wear on my sleeve. I get excited
about just anything and everything. I have a 13 hour day tomorrow and all I
want to do is write. Why, you ask? Continue reading.
I’m not nearly as religious as I used to be. It’s not a bad
thing, I’m just forming opinions of my own since I’m experiencing a lot of new
things. My dear youth pastor from when I was an active member at my church back
home has recently been diagnosed with stage 4 colon cancer (and STILL FIGHTING).
I’ve been a very lucky girl. I’ve never really lost anybody who was extremely
close to me (besides my great grandmother when I was 4) until recently. I lost
one of my friends from high school back in October. I don’t know how to react
to death. Yes, I want to be a doctor, it’s going to happen and I get that. It’s
just so different when it’s somebody you know and were so close to at one
point. Today my old youth pastor had surgery and it really didn’t go well at
all. They’re working hard on spending lots of quality time together. I haven’t
been this upset in a really long time. Let’s keep in mind I probably haven’t
spoken to this youth pastor of mine for at least a year. It doesn’t matter; he’s
a part of the church family. I have yet to see a stronger bond than that of my
church family. There’s something special about this group of people and I still
can’t put my finger on it. I just can’t
express to you how much these people mean to me. Why am I blessed with all
these amazing people? Why do I complain so much about having to wake up for an
8 am when this amazing man is fighting cancer? He has a beautiful family that I’ve
never had the pleasure of meeting. All I see on my newsfeed is people changing
their profile pictures to the “Manzo Prayer Warrior” photo and it honestly just
makes my heart smile. Nobody deserves this. This family needs all the good
vibes and prayers they can possibly get, so please send them their way.
I have a roof over my head and I complain about having to
walk in the cold to get to class. My goal is to not be so selfish. My goal is
to appreciate the little moments and never take anything for granted. I’ll
stand my ground. If you’re reading this and smiling, you’re one of the ones who
mean a lot to me and I hope you feel the same way. I’ve been doing a lot of
thinking in the past couple of days. I’m going to spend a lot more of my free
time volunteering and going home as often as my schedule permits. Life is too
short to stay mad at people and not spend it with the people you love.
Below I attached the link to the journal his wife has been keeping. Check it out and please please please pray.
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