Family Builds Character Anonymous

I left my house on the first day of middle school wondering if I would fit in and if my iPod was fully charged. By the end of the day I was wondering if my mother would be alive by the time I got to seventh grade. I still vividly remember parts of that day but the year that followed is a blur. I would not wish the experience of having a parent become ill on anyone, but my mother’s diagnosis of Lymphoma--and her subsequent recovery--made me a kinder, more grateful, and more aware person. Unlike most freshmen, I know from experience that life can change in an instant. If I am given the chance to attend the University of Florida I will savor the educational and social experiences. I will become part of the Gator Nation and add a personal perspective on the fragility of life and the need to make every moment count.

Six years ago, I walked to the bus stop thinking “God, this is awful, freaking middle school.” I dragged myself down the street heading in the direction of three other pimple-faced, stout kids gathered around a Banyan tree. “Is this the stop for bus 36?” I murmured. A girl with black hair--dressed all in black--nodded almost imperceptibly. I pulled out my iPod and plugged in my earphones. Sweat began to drip down my face....