The Second Chance

My life began with extreme adversity. On February 1^st  of 1996 I entered the world prematurely at 27 weeks, weighing 1 pound and 11 ounces. I had to face the challenge to thrive to survive.  My underdeveloped lungs had problems allowing me to eat and breath at the same time. At only one pound I needed to gain weight.

But things started to look up. I began to thrive, and after 3 months Increased in weight and grew in size. The pale color of my skin had brightened ,  I was finally going home. But on the road of prematurity, I wasn’t in the clear just yet. Although I was home there were still obstacles I had to overcome. I was home on a monitor to alert my parents when I would stop breathing.  Seventeen years later I am here with full breath, a strong heart, and all my soul.

So now my call to action is to go to college and become a nurse. Even though male nurses are very uncommon and is seen as a feminine job I also want to ad some diversity to the medical field. I want to save the lives of others and give them that second chance at life just as I had being premature.