It's just the way I think.

Everything happens for a reason. The best has yet to come. It's all about perspective.

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I’m back

  So, I know I have not really been here for a long time. Needless to say, a lot has happened. At first I came to this point in my life where I found that I needed to stop writing and start doing. Of course, that is easier said than done. You see, I am sick. I have been very sick for a very long time- I just never really knew it. I spent a lot of time convincing myself that I was just fine- that I need to tough it out- that everyone else feels the same way as I do and that I just need to be stronger, but after many doctor visits I have come to find that that is not the case.

Truth is, I have Ehlers Danlos Syndrome(EDS) type three and POTS disease- connective tissue disorders. So basically my entire life when my joints constantly popped out of socket every hour and my heart felt like it was about to burst and everyone told me I was just fine- it was all a lie. When the doctors diagnosed me it was as if I was an orphan and I had finally found my real parents. Things actually started to make sense. Despite popular belief, I actually am NOT crazy. (Well, at least not completely.) So, as you can imagine EDS and POTS along with all my post concussion problems and allergies- things have been a bit rough. I fall and pass out frequently. (I have also experienced amnesia… very freaky.)  I’m on so many medicines my hair falls out in chunks, I get these horrible sores in my mouth, not enough oxygen is getting to my brain, and I’m back at physical therapy twice a week every week.  But in all reality the hardest part is that I look “normal” so it is hard for people to really grasp that I’m always sick or why I miss so much school.

                But don’t get me wrong, I manage. I work my butt off. Remember, the world stops turning for no one. I retired from soccer after my last concussion in 2011 (my freshman year of high school) and came back my sophomore year as President of my school’s Speech and Debate club and started an Amnesty human rights club at my school as well. Now this year, my junior year, I am president of three clubs, Vice president of another club, in National Honor Society, manage A’s in my AP classes, and have a summer law internship waiting for me. It has been tough… scratch that- it has been hell. But I will live. I have made it this far after all. I realize that these battles I have come across are a small piece of the puzzle. It is not who I am, but a part of who I am. I understand that not everyone will understand. I also comprehend that I do not have to waste my time convincing people I am ill. I am also thankful for all that I have been blessed with- including these sicknesses. It is a blessed new perspective that not everyone is allowed to see from. I have learned and gained more in my darkest and deepest moments in the past four years than in all my life in school thus far. Many have it worse than I do. Many don’t have the great friends, doctors, or the opportunities I have. Things have been bad, but they could have been worse. And so, I smile.

Anyway, that’s a quick summary of things. I miss you guys. You know who you are. Just know I am still out here fighting and I hope you are as well. Know that just as you have been there for me I will do the same. I wish you all the best. I intend to be on here more. And as always, remember that everything happens for a reason and the best has yet to come.

Love,

       Olivia

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People are like trees.
Sometimes born in the shade.
Sometimes cut down.
Sometimes used.
And sometimes loved.

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To me, personally, I think it is pretty much bull shit to say you aren’t judgmental. Everyone in one way or another is more or less if not at least subconsciously judgmental. Partly out of self defense. It’s a way of protecting yourself. Whether it be somebody dressed questionably or someone else in a questionable area or just something you aren’t accustom too- It’s basically natural. I don’t think being judgmental is necessarily a bad thing. I think acting/responding on said judgement is what makes it a terrible thing. To me, personally, it is not about the color, race, accent, sex etc… It is about the behavior of the person. It is the character. The weight of one’s word. The integrity. Make no mistake- If I don’t like you- it’s because of the way you have treated me or those around me. Everything else is just noise.

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She told me that home is where the heart is as if she knew my home wasn’t with her.

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Nothing is more certain than that each generation longs for a reassurance as to the value and charm of life, and is secretly afraid lest it lose its sense of the youth of the earth. This is doubtless one reason why it so passionately cherishes its poets and artists who have been able to explore themselves and to reveal to others the perpetual springs of life’s self-renewal.
Jane Addams, The Spirit of Youth and The City Streets (via coolasauras)

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An 87 Year Old College Student Named Rose The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know.  I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me  with a smile that lit up her entire being.  She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?” I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze.  “Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked. She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…” “No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. “I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me. After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.We became instant friends. Every day for the  next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine”  as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.  Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and  she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.  At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was  introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell  you what I know.” As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop  playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day.  You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!There is a huge difference between growing  older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.  Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change.  Have no regrets. The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those  with regrets.” She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose.” She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died  peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s  never too late to be all you can possibly be .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it! These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE. REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS  OPTIONAL. We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

michiamocristina:

An 87 Year Old College Student Named Rose

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know.
I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me
with a smile that lit up her entire being.

She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?”

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze.

“Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked.

She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…”

“No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

“I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.We became instant friends. Every day for the
next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine”
as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and
she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was
introduced and stepped up to the podium.

As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell
you what I know.”

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop
playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day.

You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.
We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!There is a huge difference between growing
older and growing up.

If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old.

If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.

Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change.
Have no regrets.

The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those
with regrets.”

She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose.”

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.

At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died
peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s
never too late to be all you can possibly be .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it!

These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS
OPTIONAL.

We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

(via wiseowlperspective)

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If I should be condemned for having thoughts and persecuted because I pursue them then so be it. Hang me by my neck and let my ideas go, but just know that you’ll never get rid of me- Oh no- you’ll never get rid of me alright. I’ll always be there with you every step of the way because you’ll never be able to get me out of your mind. Never will I escape you oh no never so please kill me. Do as you must. Make the others start to think. Make them all stand up and pursue their thoughts. You can’t kill us all. You just go ahead and try. Try try try, but you won’t win. You’ll never win.

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