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I have had many meaningful and life-changing moments throughout my life. There is one in particular that comes to mind when I make an effort to pinpoint something particularly pivotal. I would like to begin by introducing a spectacular human. Her name was Christa Russell.
Christa and I met in the summer of 2010 when I went to work up in Alaska on my grandparents’ farm. She was extraordinarily shy and attested this to being homeschooled. Throughout the summer we became very close friends and continued on with our friendship when I came back home to Utah.
In May 2012 I received a call from my aunt that still lived in Alaska saying that Christa had died. I was absolutely devastated. I was with another friend at the time so I tried to hold it together. When I got home I absolutely broke down. I cried, threw things, and screamed how none of it was fair. I carried on this way for hours until I eventually cried myself to sleep. When I woke up the next morning it was surreal and I almost couldn’t understand that it had really happened. I called my grandpa to ask him when the funeral would be, and promptly booked a ticket there.
The only problem with flying to Alaska was it was the last week of the quarter and I wouldn’t be able to make up any of the final exams and assignments that were given. Since the funeral was on a Sunday, I made arrangements to fly there just in time to attend and fly home shortly after. When I landed at the airport in Anchorage I realized my phone service didn’t have service in Alaska. I frantically tried to get a hold of my uncle who had volunteered to pick me up but was unsuccessful. Just when I thought I would miss the service he walked inside to meet me in the lobby.
We arrived just in time for the service ...

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...harm. Her smile could light up a room and it made an appearance frequently.
I have realized through this that I need to make the most out of life. I need to live as Christa did and take every opportunity to be happy and give happiness to others. It reminds me of a quote I know by an unknown source. “Those who bring sunshine into the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves”. I feel like Christa was the epitome of this quote. She made me appreciate time, and to want to make the most out of every single moment.
I was also motivated to do more volunteer work which has changed my life so much. I love being able to give back to others who could never repay me. I also learned to shower love on those around me whether I knew them or not. I have made some fantastic friends and been given many life opportunities because of this. Christa taught me how to truly live.

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