The last year of high school was a rough one, well, the second semester was probably the scariest of my life. January of that year I had gotten into a terrible accident where I fell off the back of my friends car. I went to an girls high school and my friends boy friend went to the all guys school; she wanted to surprise him by going over there because we both had half days. Who knew what was supposed to be such a fun day would turn into a day where I was rushed off to shock trauma totally unconscious not knowing what was happening to me. I ended up having to receive emergency brain surgery because too much blood had gone to my brain and they couldn't drain it fast enough, causing them to shave off half my hair and be gifted with a horseshoe shaped scar on the right side of my head. No one was responsible because it was, in fact, an accident; there was no one to blame for us just trying to have some fun innocent fun.
I was out of my last semester of high school for about 2 weeks? It wasn't fun. I was actually losing my mind because I just wanted to get back to school with my friends and continue learning and getting as much in as possible in our last days of that chapter of our lives. I finally got back to school and let me tell you, it was rough. It was rougher than any other semester of college. The teachers knew about my accident so they gave me a little more time to complete work and finish tests; even though there were a few teachers that just didn't care.
Since they did have to shave half my hair(I was pissed about this)I was rocking, the now, half head shaved look. I didn't want anyone seeing my scar because it was still pretty rough looking and I was pretty embarrassed about it but one of the teachers didn't get the memo that I would be wearing a hat; I went to an private catholic school and wearing a hat indoors was most definitely frowned upon, except for me. This said teacher told me to take it off one day while I was walking through the halls with a friend of mine. I ignored her, stupidly, and she continued to walk after me and tell me over and over again to take it off. You know thank God to my friend, she stood up for me. My friend basically yelled at her by saying that I was allowed to wear it and the teacher backed off right away. It was rather ridiculous. I also received my first ever detention this semester because I thought I had a free period instead of an actual class and of course, got in trouble.
Graduation came and one of our amazing teachers and Sisters gave a speech that will forever be with me and I will never ever forget. The inspiration from that speech still lives inside of me and it's what gets me through the tough weeks at work and in my personal life. The speech ended with the words...
have passion. have desire. have fire. DON'T be a chair.
It's about not giving up on that rough day, week, or month at work. Somedays are going to be the worst but after the rain comes a rainbow(thank you Katy Perry). But seriously, you do have to go through the bad days and never give up; keep on keeping on. Forever have that passion by doing what you love, have that desire to chase after you didn't think was possible, and have the hottest fire that came from your body to accomplish the hardest task you ever took on. It will be worth it in the end.
Fact. I do have those days where I want to throw in the bag and just give up on life and not even try anymore because I thought it just wasn't worth it.
I'm going to tell you right now, everything in your life is building you up to be a stronger & passionate person. At least for me it is.
No, I won't give up and I will never be a chair because I hate staying still for too long.
