Change is inevitable; everyone ends up changing throughout life, some forced to and others naturally. They say the big changes in life happen over a long period of time, but I think it happens to be the other way around.
It was suddenly that my aunt got a phone call. It would be the call that would change my life forever. It was the call that decided my future and part of who I am today. The hardest call my mother would ever have to make. My aunt got all upset and rushed my sister and me into the car. She told us she was taking us home, but she wouldn’t say anything else. What was going on? I was four, but I could still understand that something wasn’t right.
After twenty long quiet minutes we got out of the car and in slow motion walked up to my house. As soon as the door opened I ran to my mom asking where my dad was. She wouldn’t answer me so I ran past the curtain, which hid the room that my dad stayed in while he was sick. He would sleep and eat and breathe in that room for months before now. When I opened it, he wasn’t there. Confused and worried my mom brought my sister and me into my room. Standing silent by the end on my bed, next to the closet that had monsters and bakers who lived inside of it and in front of my innocent stuffed animals, the silence broke when my sister asked, “Is he dead?” it was silent again. No one wanted to face the reality of what happened the night before. No one wanted to tell me anything.
After twenty long quiet minutes we got out of the car and in slow motion walked up to my house. As soon as the door opened I ran to my mom asking where my dad was. She wouldn’t answer me so I ran past the curtain, which hid the room that my dad stayed in while he was sick. He would sleep and eat and breathe in that room for months before now. When I opened it, he wasn’t there. Confused and worried my mom brought my sister and me into my room. Standing silent by the end on my bed, next to the closet that had monsters and bakers who lived inside of it and in front of my innocent stuffed animals, the silence broke when my sister asked, “Is he dead?” it was silent again. No one wanted to face the reality of what happened the night before. No one wanted to tell me anything.
My world was changing uncontrollably; the once perfect family I belonged to was now in ruins. When my father passed away I knew I would have to be strong for everyone around me. And with strength in my mind, figure skating would soon become my vice, a home to me. The thickness of the ice would become my security blanket and catch even my hardest of falls throughout life. My spins would hug me and allow for comfort, while my jumps would show me my wings and let me fly. Thirteen years have gone by and still I continue with my strength through figure skating. Not only has skating supported me, but so has my synchronized skating team which I had just joined a year ago. Finally I would have that perfect family again within my skating. Being part of such a team allowed me to see what working together could really do. I am finally able to know that my presents within the team makes a difference and I am able to see how much my team could achieve when I work with them to become one.
Growing up with skating in my life has allowed me to be strong, independent, dedicated, and be who I am today. Within skating I find myself that little innocent girl I was before my dad passed away. I feel his love and comfort in each edge I glide on and it beats in my heart throughout my programs. If there was one thing my father taught me, it would be that if you want something bad enough no matter what happens you’ll always find a way to get it as long as you want it bad enough for you to feel it within your heart.
In my heart lies academics; something that would show my growth and potential. Although I tried really hard throughout high school, it wasn’t until the end of junior year that I really began to see my future and work even harder to get myself back up in order to get into a good college. Taking AP’s and more than enough state tests through my high school career, I was finally able to find myself within books and papers for school. School would be another home to me; teachers would be my parents and friends, my family.
With all this in mind, my future lies right in front of me waiting to be uncovered. Everyone always asks “so what do you want to do after high school?” What does one answer to such a thing? I would love more than anything else to be able to help people. Being there for people like they where there for me only seems like the right thing to do. I want to give people the courage and strength to get through rough times in life because I was lucky enough to find really amazing humans beings that have helped me to because the person I am today. So although I am undecided about my career, I am decided that I will save a life, help someone in need, be there for someone because by saving one person and giving them strength and courage, it allows them to be able to help out another human being within the world that we live in. My heart has grown to helping people and something that I have learned a while ago is that even the littlest of things can really make a difference in a person’s life.
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