The Importance Of Normality In My Life

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Do you ever feel like you are different or like you do not fit into society? I have never felt like I was normal. I have always been different and will always be. Maybe this is because I have crutches and I cannot walk like other people or because I have dealt with experiences that have made me grow up faster than the typical college student. I could go all day talking about rite of passages that are considered normal, but I am not normal and never will be. So, why should I try to be normal? I could talk about: graduating from high school, attending a funeral, being bullied, driving for the first time by myself, my first love, going to college, or turning eighteen and embarking on adulthood but, those are just normal things. And the normal …show more content…

I had just attended to my uncle’s funeral the night my father died and, I was not ready to say goodbye to another person in my family. After I got out of the shower, my mom said, “Summer, come and tell your father Goodnight or goodbye. He might not be here in the morning.” I really cannot remember what she said, but, it sounded something like that. I cannot remember if I said anything after that, if I did, it could not have been nice. I threw my bracelet on the new glass table; we had just received from my newly deceased uncle and, stormed off to my bedroom. I could not sleep. I just laid there in my bed tossing and turning with a gut-wrenching feeling in my stomach. I guess I knew it was time; I just did not want to believe it. Less than two hours later I was calling all my family members telling them to come back to my house as fast as they could. Not saying goodbye, like my mom told me to, is the only regret I have and I have to live with that decision for the rest of my life. From that moment on, I vowed to treat everyone like it is their last day on Earth. Not only do I treat others like it is their last day, I also live like I will die tomorrow. Not saying goodbye to my father made a lasting impact on my life. It taught me that you cannot rewind time; you can just change your

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