this is me....

You probably don't know me very well, and if you do, you're probably wrong. but if you think so, good riddance....

This is ME…

My mother and father were very strong people growing up. They, like most people growing up didn’t have a lot of things, so they got by with what they could. They were neighbors as kids, and as they matured and grew older went to the same high school, and started to date. As my Father left on a mission for the LDS church my mother patiently waited. As he returned they were married in the St. George temple. You may wonder why I talk about my parents; I briefly talk about them because this is how I began. Without them, there was no me.

I am the third son out of 6 kids, with only one girl. As I was born we had just barely moved into a house that my father and grandfather built from the ground up. This is a major example of who I am today. My father taught me to work hard. It didn’t matter if it was mowing the lawn or building a house, the work ethic of my father was one I always wanted to carbon copy. There were countless times growing up; I would have plans on Saturday to go out exploring and riding bikes with my friends, but my father had different ideas. We needed to get things done for the week. My father once woke me up at 6:30 in the morning on a Saturday, now being the only day to sleep in; this was my pride and joy. We had an eagle project to go help with. After this it was about noon, and this is when exhaustion hit. My father went back out into the yard and started mowing lawns pulling weeds, and working on the car. This is a prime example of what I truly want to become.

Another example of me; happened in my sophomore year in High school, it was in mid December, and I was in my chemistry class in High school. I distinctively remember the day, it was an unusually warmer day, but still had a chill in the air. We had just been given the assignment to do some worksheets; we were a very close class and I had friends all around me. We started messing around a bit and our teacher Mr. Richards yelled at us to get back to work, so with fear, we did. In the next seconds my life will change. I hear Cameron, as I look up a pencil is flying towards my eye. At an instance that felt like eternity I felt the pain go through my head and down to my toes. I closed my eye and it started bleeding; I, thinking it hit my eyelid assured everyone it was fine and I was okay; this was a real tough guy move. Finally my lab partner convinced me of going to the nurse’s office due to something floating in my eye. I rush down there and of course the nurse thinking it’s a piece of pencil asked me to try and get it out. I pinch at it a couple times and nothing happens. Then she calls my mom, as my head is throbbing in pain I realize I can’t see out of this eye. The next thing I remember was sitting in my close friends chair, that happen to be an optometrist. He began to tell me this was greater than him and I needed attention immediately. I saw an ophthalmologist and she demanded to have surgery that night. I recall telling my mother, that all I wanted was to see again, and have my vision back. The surgery went well from what I remember of it and the next day was the moment of truth. As I was driving down in the car I thought about this moment in time and how it will affect my life. What will happen, and will I ever be “normal” again. We get to the doctors and I sit down. The doctor begins to take the patch of my eye and I cried tears of joy because I could see my mother across the room.

Eventually after another surgery and countless doctor appointments, I was able to get contacts again, There are some side effects that I live with daily but nevertheless, I knew at that moment that I was one of the luckiest people alive. From then on, I have realized to never take anything for granted, work hard, have fun with life, and be yourself. This is my motto, and I’m striving to live by it everyday!