October
22, 2007
I
read each one of my Glad to Be Alive Letters every year right before I write
the newest “edition”. It’s become a sort
of reminder of where I was and where I was headed in years before. In each of those past nine letters, I have
written to you about the shortness of life, the joy and sorrow in life, the
hope in life. And every year, I mean it,
and every year I try to live according to what I have written. The simple truth is that as I sit here
writing you, I cannot think of one thing I have said to you that still does not
apply. If anything, with each new
experience, and with a renewing of old experiences, I am continually reminded
of the value of life. I am reminded that
with hope there is despair; with death there is life. All are irrevocably intertwined. Just like courage and fear. In order to appreciate the happiness and hope
we take for granted within our lives, we must first see or experience what life
is like without it. That is the beauty
and value in life, being able to appreciate what life offers to those unafraid
to take it. Learning to value life is
one of the hardest things a person can possibly learn because of how very
personal the journey is, and most often people don’t learn it until something
happens to themselves or someone they love.
Even then the lesson can go unheeded.
But even more than that, living life means rising from the ashes when
your life lies broken around you and being able to find the hope, the light,
the positive in those times.
It’s
been ten years since I rose from the ashes of my own life, ten years since I
began my own journey, and ten years since hope was taken away on that fateful
October day. It’s so very weird to think
that I was once given three short months to live because the past ten years
have been so very full of life; life I thought I would be denied. But…I…have…survived! I shout that from the roof tops, with every
cell and fiber within my body, with all the joy I can. I am
alive! And I am trying my hardest to
not waste a single day, a single hour, a single minute, a single second nor a
single moment of this precious life I have been given. Besides, who am I to squander this gift that
God has granted, this miracle that I seem to live? What kind of person would I be to not rejoice
at having been given one of the greatest lives a person has ever had?
Sure,
it’s not what I expected life to be like, but at the same time it’s more than I
expected life to be. For instance, I
turned 21 in February, and it was a dream come true to celebrate with my family
and friends in Viva Las Vegas. And trust
me, what happens in Vegas should stay
in Vegas. Then, in August, I started my
fourth year of college. While sadly, I
am not a senior, I am proud to tell you that I finally achieved sophomore
status! Yea, only twelve more years till
graduation! Along with this new identity
came a switch in majors. I’m now
majoring in English with a minor in math, and I am entertaining the idea of
becoming a librarian. But there was one
more major event in my life recently. In
September, I received an award called the Hal O’Leary Inspiration Award given
away by the Colorado Rockies Charity Foundation. The award is given to a person who has
overcome great odds and inspires those in their community, and in all honesty,
I was completely shocked when I received the news that I had been picked as
this year’s recipient. To my surprise, I
inspire. Laugh all you want, but I
really had no idea how much my letters, my life, impact those around me. I’m simply living life one day at a time;
receiving inspiration from those around me.
My family and friends. You’re the
ones who inspire me to keep going no matter how tough the situation is. It’s your award as well as mine.
It’s
been ten years, and hopefully I’ll have ten more and ten more and ten
more. But who knows what life holds for
each of us. I have already been granted
a second chance; a chance to become better person, a wiser person, and by my
word, I mean to make the most of it. And
this is what I say to you, my dear friends, see life for the miracle it is and
can be. Know that each day we are
granted second chances, chances to right wrongs we may have made, chances to be
happy with what we have, chances to live and laugh and enjoy life, chances to
tell those people in our lives how much we love them. A very smart man once said, “There are only
two ways to live life- one as if nothing is a miracle and one as if everything
is.” Life is a miracle. If you don’t believe that ask, Albert
Einstein.
Happy 10th Glad to Be
Alive Day!
With love always,
EmilyFor the original version of this letter, click here.
Below are pictures from Vegas:
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Slots! |
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Even the traveling gnome had a "headache." |
Below are pictures from the Hal O'Leary Awards Dinner at Coors Field:
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Mr. Hal O'Leary, founder of the NSCD and champion of people with disablities, and I |
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My family on the field at Coors Field From left: Dad (Allyn), Yvonne (Sister-in-law), Me, Scott (Brother), and Mom (Jeanette) |
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