Monday, August 22, 2016
EMT school starts a week from today, and I've never been so ready to become a student again! So many years passed without a vision or hope. I hated life. I hated school. I buried my passion. I stared longingly at people who seemed to find joy, wondering why I never could.
I know the answer now. It's hope. Hope means believing in the sunrise, even when the sky is empty. It's loving a person that could never love you back, because you want to make an impact on their life. I'm learning to let go, and let God. And you know what happened? I am smiling more, and I see clearer. This year means more than becoming an EMT. I am becoming me.