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That voice you hear Calling out your name Won't be mine A thought of you Won't be spared by me When you wake up at nights And think of me I will be sleeping The times I could not breathe Are your breathless gasps So what happened? I moved I took my feet and I moved And you stayed You stayed where I couldn't anymore You tried to keep me down To nights where I just didnt want to wake My feet moved me I broke away from you I'm Free While you're in hell all aloneThat voice you hear Calling out your name Won't be mine A though of you Won't be spared by me When you wake up at nights And think of me I will be sleeping The times I could not breath Are your breathless gasps So what happened? I moved I took my feet and I moved And you stayed You stayed where I couldn't anymore You tried to keep me down To nights where I just didnt want to wake My feet moved me I broke away from you I'm Free While you're in hell all alone
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It does not matter how you come into the world but what you do with it. I was born six weeks early with all the challenges of being a premature baby. The doctors had to use an experimental drug at the time to stimulate my brain to breath. From then on, I never looked back; moving ahead full force to achieve each goal I had set forth. Whether it is academics, sports, literature, writing or music I was determined to enjoy and make each moment count. Soccer has been the love I have held dear to my heart through out Middle and High School. I participated in Club soccer as well as, the schools, team as the keeper-a position “for the brave” my mom would say that was fitting my Scottish heritige. Unfortunately, with my dedication came a multiple of injuries. My junior year I torn my right labrum resulting in need for repair surgery. Off of coming from a winning year previously, that gave me the opportunities of several colleges showing interest for me playing for their team. It felt like my arm and heart were both torn. Recovery meant being in a restrictive sling for months, endless rehabilitation and leaving my team without a Keeper. Training hard I willed myself into becoming closer to the keeper I once was. I changed High Schools to fill the much-needed opening in soccer. Again, I found my body to have a contradiction to the spirit of my mind. Found to have Arthritis and cartilage damage to my hip due to a birth defect of shallow hip sockets again needed repair surgery. I played out most of the season in horrible pain knowing this would be my last forever. Today, I am still recovery from surgery. With all my dreams feeling shattered I came to realize maybe my dream is not broken but heading towards a different direction. I have chosen Athletic Training as my major for Grand Canyon University. For whom better to help in the healing process than one who has been there, twice? Still I will be involved in the world of sports however, in a different capacity. My Sports Medicine doctor, who was also an injury prone athlete, told me I should look into the field of Sports Medicine since my initial career choice was in the medical field. I would still have the sports aspect I enjoyed and I would be very understanding to my patients. He has allowed me to shadow him and has given me opportunities to observe varied surgeries. I started to take Sports Medicine at my High School and I just love it. My Trainer , whom I have worked out with for over four years, is one of the Trainers for GCU sports teams who has told me how wonderful your campus is and really wanted me to attend stating it’s a total fit. In addition, my Anatomy teacher has informed me of his retirement and his movement to Grand Canyon University next year.

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lucky_charms88
I must free myself to survive .

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