You ever sit back and wonder how many days you have left, how many days you've wasted, how many things you've overcome, and how many countless times you wished you could do better or make a better choice. I used to sit back and wonder all of these things when I first found out about my illness. I found it hard to believe in something when I was giving up on myself , but I know that my trial could' be turned into triumph of I had faith in God and let this experience make me victorious. I'm making the best of this life while I still have it.
Day 1:
Breathing, alive I feel the instance of simultaneously living . I bear with everything now it's time for me to make up for every lost time in my life and to inform my family. I drive and drive until I reach my common destination to soon arrive at the place I call home. I open the door slowly one step at a time because I know that this news will affect the people around me, the people that love me, the people that in all actuality care about some one else other than themselves what is there to think what is there to know other than the pain of it all. Let's begin . The story of my life, the story of each day until I die . More later than sooner I hope. I'm a fighter , I will leave my mark. I will be remembered. They will rejoice when they hear my name: Aditi, Aditi Johnson. The one who will make her name remembered in her life span, in this lifetime.
