If life has taught me anything and if I have learned anything about myself, it would be that I am blessed with a family. I love knowing that someone always has my back and that each morning I have a reason to keep going. I would move heaven and Earth for anyone of them.

     My parents have always been there for me even though we hardly see eye to eye. We argue alot about trivial things and a quarter of the time it seems like we hate each other. I recall my parent screaming at each other alot and running away from home when I was little. Yet, I know it all the other trivial thing that also show we care. I’ve only ever rode the school bus a week because my dad cared enough to stay awake after he came home from work to take me to school because he knew I didn’t like long car ride and like falling asleep in the back seat of his car. My mom always got me anything I ever wanted within 24 hours of me asking because she didn’t want me to wait. I recall staying up late to study math for school and my parent having to carry me to bed because I fell asleep on the sofa. Now when my mom wants something done, I do it within 24 hours. If she wanted the house painted it would be done, the car fixed it would be done, and everything else. Now instead of my parent tucking me into bed, I tuck them in. I love my parent and do feel guilty for going to school so far away and leaving them alone. Now that I am close to coming back home after years of education I find out my dad most likely has stage 3 Alzheimer’s. My grandfather died of that disease and I spent most of college researching more about it. Yet right now I feel more helpless than ever and instead of me needing my folks I know they need me now. I wanted to become a doctor to help find a cure for this specific disease and as of right now I still can’t do a single thing but help delay the onset of it alittle more.

     My siblings might not be of blood but they are the closest friends I have. I always find it amazing how many years have gone by since I have met each of them and yet time has not torn us apart. I only see my brothers and sister 4 months out of the year, if that. I have always feared that we would eventually drift from each other and become nothing more than a faces and names we can barely remember. Yet, everytime we meet it seems that we were alway together and time has stood still and the world has past us by. Even though we walk our seperate paths and are hundred of miles from each other I am still thankful for the split second actions that allowed me to come in contact with those individuals that have surely changed my life. Hundred of miles apart, thousand of miles, etc. if anyone of my brothers needed me I will always be there because I know they have went out of their way more than once for me. 

     Lastly, there is my girlfriend. I’ve dated her for 8 years already and still to this day I still get those “butterflies in my stomach” as they say. It’s amazing how our relationship hasn’t died considering how much of a jerk I can be. I left my sibling and my parents to be closer to her and struggle to this day  about it. In the perfect world I would have everyone together so I can have my family be together but I know the world isn’t perfect and people don’t get what they “deserve”. Hopefully in the near future this will change. When we’re away from each other we feel that there is something missing. We’re dumb enough that when I’m with her we are constantly together to the point that we look like herding ducklings and people already assumed we’re married. She might not be the most beautiful girl in the world but she’s the perfect girl for me. We worry about each other and shed blood and tears for each other. We stand outside in the rain and dark to wait for each other to come out of class. When I’m sad she sing “You are my Sunshine” to me. We might argue and are most likely one of the dumbest couples out there. But I already plan to marry her.